A few years back my Dad made me a Oriole Feeder. The Orioles love it. It holds containers of grape jelly and oranges.
It has seen better days, but since it was a gift I wanted to restore it.
This is what it looked like after many spring bird feedings. What an eyesore, if I were a bird I wouldn’t want to dine here.
It began to look better after I sanded it down. All the sanding took place in the
very organized only he knows where stuff is woodshop that used to be a greenhouse. If the sun is shining in the winter it is a comfy place to work.
Far Guy took the plexi-glass roof off for me. I have been known to totally ensnare my long hair in a drill and be unable to untangle by myself... zip just like that the darn drill was next to my scalp. I had to hold that drill up whilst several people tried to untangle me… many people had a good laugh that day. Oh well what can I say I am not very mechanically inclined.
One not so windy day I sprayed the feeder with primer out doors...I only got a little high. Then like an idiot I purchased a gloss paint. The getting high part probably ruined a few of my fairly intelligent brain cells.
Two containers of gloss paint later over about a week and too many
less than a 100 coats of paint. Finally when I felt like I could dine from the feeder I declared it done.
Far Guy put the roof back on and now it sits over in my garage awaiting spring and Orioles.
This was one of my someday projects.