I've built a tree house; because of my architectural training, it's heavily over-designed, with an oriel window sticking out of it and flying foxes coming off it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I often have deer on my property and there's a fox and owls. You're not going to see that in the city.
My new house has a deck that wraps around my writing room; my writing room has many windows, and outside the windows I've hung bird feeders... for enticing different species. So I imagine I will be writing about that.
I've seen deer. I have lots of woodchucks on my property. And bluebirds. Foxes.
The house I grew up in had large plate-glass windows, which birds frequently crashed into headfirst. My father helped me assemble a bird hospital, consisting of a few shoe boxes, some old rags, and tiny dishes for water and food.
I work in my attic, and the view is next door's chimney stack.
I have blocks of wood all over my house; I spend all of my day knocking!
I live up at about the 2000 feet level on a five acre piece of forest that I built a small house on.
My house and my garden are built as part of nature, not over it.
I have bougainvillea and a magnolia tree outside my window. Not that anything will ever beat the view I had from my desk window in my little farmhouse in Nebraska. Just a dirt road stretching out as far as you could see, with prairie grass on either side.
I see this fella built like a barn door... and there's all these fox hunters, who didn't like me, screaming and shouting and as I walked past him I looked at him and he hit me with something.