Tucked away in the far corner of the yard sits a once massive bird house that is lies in a state of disrepair. I do not remember a time when this wooden monstrosity wasn’t tilted askew, and devoid of its primary use. The only saving grace it seems is the over grown trees which surround it, making it nigh on impossible to see from the front of the farm house. I think this bird house might be the perfect metaphor for the farm as a whole. Once glorious, now lies rotting in the treeline, forgotten. Abandoned as its usefulness gave way under the weight of neglected maintenance. Bereft. Wilting. Unloved.
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