I have had some serious birdcage envy for quite a while now. “The Nester has eleventy billion of them (that she somehow manages to find for like 25-cents). One of my gal pals has a seriously adorable one on her front porch that makes me want to perform a drive-by birdcage theft (Zoe, I wouldn’t *actually* do that, so please don’t blame me if it goes missing). I’ve seen some cuties in antique stores, but I’m positive that once my dog was introduced to it, his teeth would its life in our home pretty quickly.








