This is the story of how my birdhouses came about. One fall day in 1992, I was hiking through the hills of Sonoma County and while standing beneath a giant grove of redwood trees I was looking up in amazement at just how magnificent these trees are. I then looked down and spotted an old piece of barn wood. Looking up again holding this piece of lumber in my hand I realized just how beautiful this wood was. With ideas running through my head and a single piece of lumber in the bed of my truck, I headed toward home thinking of different ways I could use it.
