A little birdy

I have this thing for birds. Not real birds, actually. I'm not a birder and I don't own a parrot. I have a darling friend who owns chickens, but I can't really lay claim to any of that avian goodness (except for a name suggestion!) But I like their symbolic value. For several years, I've had birds hanging in my home. It started with a red felt ornament that reminded me of cardinals. Then I found a green beaded bird that now hangs in my kitchen. A tiny cage with a bronze cut-out bird hangs now in one corner of the living room. I suppose they are like figurative Red Bull for me - they give me wings.  At my A+ birthday celebration this summer, several of the embroidery hoop gifts had bird fabric, adding to the collection.  

And now, I add the piece de resistance:  tiny felted wool birds I purchased at a little art/frame shop at a recent First Friday. Not only did I purchase the birds (I had to stop at two ... would have loved to have snapped up all ten), but I borrowed the Frame Gallery's display idea too: a tree branch hanging from the ceiling with the birds then hanging from its branches. I saw that big branch and fell in love with it. "Now there's a project I could complete," I thought to myself. Branch + birds + fishing line = interesting/beautiful. If you enlarge the branch photo, you'll see my other bird embroidery hoop friend just above where the branch hangs. 

Just for kicks, here's "Birdhouse in Your Soul" by They Might Be Giants ... cause I think I must have one in there (sorry for the weird "runescape" images - it had the best sound) + one of my favorite Andrew Bird songs, "A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left"