So, toward the middle of the end of “Poltergeist,” there’s the scene where the giant oak tree starts beating everybody up because they built it on a defiled burial ground? Right, this is like that, but for birds. The little finches fly down, see the piece of twisted wood–if it’s wood, that is, a part of me thought “interesting cast from a colorectal specialist’s office.” Then they fly away, looking for a place with better property values, because no-one wants a house built by a seventh-grade wood shop student.
Not even finches.
Part of the fine craft of this piece is that the decorative (?) wooden mass was held on by a single nail, flopping loosely along, defining minimal effort carpentry for a new millennium. I don’t know what the state codes are regarding birdhouses, but presumably wooden stumps that you can spin around while yelling “Wheeee!” until the cashier gives you an angry glare are on the demerits list.
From another angle, the entire thing looked like a warrior that had faced Medusa, been turned to stone, and then propped up against her outhouse. An undignified end for any warrior, but it probably scared away the privy-raccoons.
Goodwill on 290 and I35, Austin