The Quiet Neighbor Birdhouse
Not everyone builds mansions.
Some prefer simplicity — a single round door, a curved clay wall, the promise of quiet.
These small, hand-thrown sanctuaries were never meant to impress the sparrows, only to welcome them. Glazed in the colors of a soft morning — moss green, burnished amber, and twilight rose — they hang from a sturdy black cord, swaying gently in the breeze like secrets only the wind is meant to know.
You might find one tucked under a maple branch, catching the afternoon light, or hear the faint murmur of new life echoing from within.
Handmade, like the best kinds of homes.
(Stoneware. Weather-tolerant. Move-in ready.)
The Quiet Neighbor Birdhouse
Not everyone builds mansions.
Some prefer simplicity — a single round door, a curved clay wall, the promise of quiet.
These small, hand-thrown sanctuaries were never meant to impress the sparrows, only to welcome them. Glazed in the colors of a soft morning — moss green, burnished amber, and twilight rose — they hang from a sturdy black cord, swaying gently in the breeze like secrets only the wind is meant to know.
You might find one tucked under a maple branch, catching the afternoon light, or hear the faint murmur of new life echoing from within.
Handmade, like the best kinds of homes.
(Stoneware. Weather-tolerant. Move-in ready.)
