|One of my brother's bird houses and a wooden bird he carved.|
My younger brother also had a love of producing things with wood. There were barn ruins behind our house that had lots of barn board. It was kind of like the idea of finding diamonds on your own property instead of searching for them abroad. My brother came up with the idea of producing bird houses and feeders with that wood that would otherwise go to waste. He did some marvelous work. We took some of his bird feeders and houses to a local festival to sell them. His handiwork received some good compliments, but few were sold because people at festivals have a hard time carrying things very far. Once again, the trouble was marketing. I knew a young man who was very successful at selling some fancy bird houses, but an advantage he had was that he lived in a densely populated area.