As with everything, there's a story.
Which I'm going to tell you.
Two Thanksgivings ago, Craig and I watched an episode of Good Eats the Wednesday night before Turkey Day. Alton made an apple pie (among other things, I think) and used a pie bird. The next day, I saw my mother-in-law had a pie bird on her window sill. It was so adorable and unbelievable that there was one just after learning what they were; I didn't think an average person had them. I wanted to collect them.
As with many things, easier said than done.
Most place I ask don't know what they are. And I could get them off ebay but the hunt is part of the fun, right?
A few weeks ago (when I procured the window above our bed), I found one in an antique store near here. And then last week, my mother-in-law got the other one for me . . . I was so excited. Two is better than one; two is a pair! Two is a . . . collection! yay!
My children keep asking "Why do you have two?"
What will they think when I have four and twenty?