Make a little birdhouse in your soul

My first aviary was built in my parents back garden in the mid 1980’s with the help of my maternal grandfather. He wasn’t a budgie man like my paternal grandad, he was a carpenter and cabinet maker. As a result my first aviary – although constructed mostly out of scraps of wood recycled from various sources including old doors and window frames, it was made with precision and had beautiful dove tail joints. It even had a stained glass leaded window savaged from the garden where it was being used as a cold frame because the windows in my grandparents’ house had been replaced on account of 1940s stained glass being old fashioned.
When I moved to my first home in Derbyshire in the late 90’s the aviary at my parents was dismantled and the stained glass moved with me to be installed in a new aviary. And so the tradition has continued with same glass panel finding its way into the design and construction of the aviary where I live now.
Throughout all that time there have been many birdhouse inhabitants from finches and quails to waxbills and cockatiels, even the odd cheeky mouse and of course budgies – but no blue canaries as ‘They Might Be Giants’ would sing! That said the glow from the window reminds me of my grandparents and as a reflection on the song lyrics they are the ones who watch over me.