At first, it was all about the birds. I was just trying to do a good deed—build a feeder, help them get through the colder months, maybe attract a few cardinals to my window. I wasn’t thinking about creativity, design, or joy. I just wanted to give back to nature in a small, practical way. […]

When I retired, I thought I’d finally have time to relax—and I did, for a while. But after a few months of morning coffee and crossword puzzles, I realized I missed building things. I’ve always loved working with my hands. I had a small woodshop in my garage, full of tools collected over the years,

It started with a simple idea: get the kids off their screens for a weekend. We were looking for something hands-on, creative, and—ideally—not too messy. My wife found Bird Feeder Art while scrolling online, and we figured it was worth a try. A DIY bird feeder sounded fun enough, and we liked the idea of

I didn’t realize how far I’d drifted from my creative self until I found myself staring at a pile of paintbrushes and wood pieces, not knowing where to start. It had been years—maybe even a decade—since I made anything with my hands. Life got busy. Work deadlines replaced sketchbooks. Emails took the place of evening