A few years ago we bought this bird house at an Art Fair and wine festival in Arkansas. Last year Chris hung it in a tree down behind the house, viewable from the deck. Just imagine this. What animal attacked it. Those poor terrified little birds.
The house was out of the reach of Tripper, the hunting cat who is currently grounded and on a dusk to dawn curfew for bringing in a baby bunny that Spunk then ate.