Where will the starlings return
Kolya makes birdhouses with his grandfather Vladimir and his friends. Photo instruction inside>
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One spring, a boy Kolya (pictured) began to ask Vladimir's grandfather to put together a birdhouse. At first, the prudent grandfather decided to just buy a birdhouse for his grandson. Began to search - did not find. But a promise is a promise: "So, I will do it myself," he decided.
(Below you will find the photo tutorial “How to make a birdhouse yourself”).
In the winter, Vladimir wrote us a letter (I would even say a story) about how his grandson inspired him to do a good job. Now, with the onset of spring, when it is time for the starlings to return, we publish it on the site.
Grandpa, let's make a birdhouse ...A leisurely weekend ritual consisting in thinking about how to free waterdrops on the roofs of the house and baths, finally remove the New Year's garlands hanging under them, bring the dog and grandson out into the woods for a long walk, the wife violated the words inverted to the grandson calmly going about his business:
- And you did not forget what you wanted to ask grandfather?
The grandson revived, but did not seem to immediately realize which of the numerous requests periodically formulated, not without the participation of his grandmother, was being discussed. Looking at her and instantly catching some hint, he said: -Grandfather, let's make a birdhouse.
And what! Quite a sensible proposal from the mouth of a little boy of four years. I even touched - the grandson is growing up, already reaching for the craft.
- Of course, come on! - I answered with enthusiasm. - Well done! - supported the wife. “And then the starlings are about to arrive.”
And, without delay, she began to collect her grandson, who was shining from the upcoming case, into the courtyard, clearly making it clear to me that excuses, such as tomorrow or wait an hour, were in no way appropriate. I looked with deep regret at the beer mug I was still holding in my hands, the carcass of dried smelts spread flat on the table, I sighed mentally and, diligently demonstrating pep and invincibility of intentions, began to pull on my boots and jacket.
My grandson and I went outside. The March sky was covered with clouds, a dull drizzle rustling along the branches of trees. Snow, already nostril and shrunk from moisture-saturated air, sagged wet under our feet as we stepped off the path and turned around the corner of the bathhouse, where a pile of lumber lay under the film, covered with a virgin snowdrift.
I began to rake the snow. Having freed part of the film from it, he lifted it and looked inside. The boards lay tight, one on one without any ranking in size. Offhand choosing the right one, I tried to pull it out. There it was. Sandwiched on all sides by others, she did not move. A cold drop fell from the roof of the bathhouse. I cringed and straightened up. The grandson stamped around in joyful impatience.
- Are you cold? I asked hopefully.
I imagined how now I would have to free the stack from snow and film, shift the boards to get to the right one, and then fold them again. I drove away the thought that came to mind to go to the nearest building materials store, as inexpedient in the circumstances.
“You know,” I turned to my grandson again, “let's cook the instrument today, and make it a birdhouse next weekend.” - I decided that in the week I’ll just buy a ready-made birdhouse and present it to my grandson, which of course he will not mind. He agreed to take up the instrument, and we went to the workshop, where it was slightly warmer. We carefully checked the condition of the hacksaw, plane, hammer, roulette, square, the presence of nails and with the knowledge of the things done for today were in the house.
- What, have you done ?! - the wife was surprised .- Today we have prepared everything and the next time, without wasting time in vain, we will quickly make a birdhouse, - I explained. My wife caught my furtive glance at the beer and smelt, and a distinct understanding drew in her eyes. But with her grandson, she did not supplement his comments aloud.
* * * On Monday morning, having come to work, I went on the Internet and typed the treasured word in the search engine. To my surprise, not a single link found clearly indicated that I would be able to purchase a birdhouse in the near future. The market, apparently, was not ready for such a rush of demand. Meanwhile, something told me that I was not the only one of the grandfathers (not to mention the fathers and representatives of other social and demographic groups) who inadvertently encountered the need to remove and lay a birdhouse, and for some reason they were ready to pay for solving this Problems.
Over the weekend soon, my grandson and I made a birdhouse, and one day in April he runs into the house.
“Grandma, flew in!” “Who?” “Starling!” “Alone?” “Yes.” “Well, go, look, now the second will fly in — the starling.
After some time, it flies into the house again. “Arrived!” “And what?” “He says to her:“ Go home. And she told him: “A little later.”
And I shared the annoyance about my unsatisfied demand with a friend - an excellent joiner. And after a while we entered the market with a clear proposal. " (End of letter)Together with their son Yegor and grandson Kolya (Yegor is his uncle), they made one birdhouse, then the second. They were joined by their friends Anatoly and Alexander. They began to make birdhouses, hang them on trees, and teach others how to make birdhouses. Ideas for feeding troughs are delivered to Vladimir by his wife, and he puts them into production.
In general, everyone turned out to be in business, Kolya’s grandson was with a birdhouse, and birds were with houses.
TAK was born a business with a noble mission -
Today, children, besides the usual ones, make birdhouses with webcams, and parents can show their children on the computer the life of their chicks, without harming the birds, without interfering with their environment, but only helping the birds find a home.
Thank you very much, Vladimir, for the story, and your grandson, Kolya, for the idea. The editorial staff of Home Hearth gives you and Kolya tickets for Tim Burton's film Alice in Wonderland!
We are always happy to receive letters with the stories of our readers! Send us interesting stories from the life of your family to the address [email protected] We will definitely publish the most interesting of them!
Finally, below is a photo instruction from Kolya and his grandfather Vladimir.
How to make a birdhouse yourselfIdea: You can give a birdhouse to someone who has his own yard. By spring, he will hang it in his yard. Starlings will return, find their home and settle in it.
Prepared by: Radmila KhakovaPhoto: from the personal archive of the heroes of the material and from the site