Nest box

We've talked about that.

What about housing and what kind of nest boxes? How big do they need to be? How do we need to set up these

pens? Your nest box is dependent on the size of your breed.

you know, like your Rhode Island reds, they're true Rhode Island reds and they're a much bigger bird, right? You're talking about eight pound hands in that eight pound range, right? And they're wide and girthy.

Just so she can do the whole turn.

Okay.

You know, I really want curtains on those nest boxes.

So she has privacy when she lays her egg, it eliminates or reduces the chance of a second hand in there.

can be a very dangerous thing, Ken, standing around with your mouth open That happened to a cousin of mine up in Spokane and a family of swallows moved in Oh my goodness, what'd he do? What could he do? He had his head shingled, now he's a birdhouse

I've heard of him.

Birdhouse Crosby.

Yes,

bird brain,

I'm not going to stand around with my mouth open.

I heard you and Ken talking about your cousins.

Well, what happened to Birdhouse and Buzzy rarely happens, Dinah.

Under the cottage eaves some swallows built their nests every spring, and to the garden came, as soon as the yellow and white honeysuckles and blue larkspurs and many-colored four o'clocks bloomed, myriads of hummingbirds looking like rubies and diamonds and opals and emeralds and topazes and sapphires.

that had taken to themselves wings and flown from all parts of the world to visit the living gems in this lovely spot in the autumn when the leaves dressed in their gayest dress were bidding farewell to the sunshine and the wind and each other hundreds of robin-red breasts god's birds hopped like little flames about the ground and in a hollow tree near the cottage door a pretty red-brown wren and his mate had found shelter for a long time and reared several broods as for the saucy chattering busy fearless sparrows they had feather-lined nests wherever a sparrow's nest could be placed and that is almost everywhere on the pump behind the woodpile in the barn among the trees and these nests they never forsook all the year round What wonder that the cottage was called Birdhouse, and the dear wee girl whose home it was answered to the name of Birdie.

No brothers or sisters had the innocent blue-eyed child, and save the birds, no little friends.

But they loved her dearly, and were always near her.