I don't think of myself as being a Serious Collector. Not one of those people who actively seek out numerous variations of essentially the same item until they find themselves telling loved ones, please, no more teddy bears or frogs or whatever you've seen displayed in multitude around my home, I've gotten quite enough to qualify them for their own zip code, thank you. Yes, I do have certain objects that appeal to me, and if one is going to appeal to me, I imagine another one might. That being said, I am an admirer of wooden birdhouses. I had one kicking around in a corner for a long while, nothing too distracting. In fact, it was originally in my autumn decorations, but I decided to let it stay out year round.
Here I'll pause and interject that I have for years coveted those large wooden birdhouses I'm sure you've all seen at various crafts and antique booths, the shabby white ones built with peaks and spires and gingerbread trim. Yeah, I don't have one of those - yet. I did, however, find a smaller wooden church birdhouse Friday at Goodwill. On the same trip I also found this cute little window photo frame, which I'm categorizing with the birdhouses, for some reason it just seems to belong in that category.
Alright, I admit it - I am a certifiable collector. I can see that at this point. If there is a justification needed for this behavior, I can supply one. Now this little guy will have no problem at all in the local housing market.
Come back soon, and maybe I'll disclose a previously unadmitted collection of birds.