If I’m being honest, I would admit to you that I’m a firm believer that birdhouses are having a major real estate crisis. I find that there are less and less folks willing to give up their picture-perfect tree limbs to house a monstrosity that is more or less a wonky, anti-chic decoration that’s meant to attract the very creatures that some have nightmares about (and yeah, by “some,” I mean me). Birds have been a source of discomfort for me ever since I a first popped open a bag of Lays at the beach and found that every seagull that has ever lived also shares my lust for salt (or any food, really) –– and they aren’t the least bit bashful about it. BIRDHOUSE ARCHITECTURE: ART BY DOUGLAS BARNHARD