Upright Perches

[Perfex]

Yes, your poor vision will definitely be a hinderence. Perhaps your kids will clip them for you. My 11 yr old daughter is really helpful and is more capable than i give her credit for. She is also my bird catcher, she's much quicker than I am.

[dayhiker]

i love your idea! thanks for sharing! without using zip ties, i stuck the branches in between the bar spaces at the bottom of the cage, and leaned them to one side of the cage.

for my bigger cage, instead of anchoring them from the bottom, i invert them and anchor them from the ceiling. instant swing! plus its close to the top of the cage where they are most secure...

[Nerien]

Mine are anchored at the top, and anywhere something strong enough touches a side. Bottom just rests on or between the bars. Figured out real quick that you can't let it stick down too far, let alone to the tray, or you can't move the tray out to clean.

I've made swings from birch twigs, too, should get pictures of those up. The birds really like them much better than the bought wire & wood ones. Amazing what a pile of twigs and boredom can result in.

[Ginene]

Nerien
You are too sweet!!! Some day I will make my way to your home and you can definitely fill my car with beautiful natural branches. You are so lucky to live in such a lush, beautiful place. Staten Island was that way when I was a little girl. Now it's just like Brooklyn...lots of homes, cement and people...

[Nerien]

I tell ya, come up this way in the fall. I'll take you and Lil Joe to the real farm for a real corn maze and hayride and pumpkin patch. Allison is still young enough she likes to go. Usually picks a 20+ pound pumpkin, even when we've told her she has to be able to lift it to buy it (the kid has grown a lot this year, and is now up to 62 pounds, at 11 years old. How she's picked up a 20 pound pumpkin is beyond me.) Genuine corn field, after the season they harvest it for the cows, mud, cowpies, grow their own pumpkins right there, cows eating the haybales you are sitting on in the clunky, wobbly haywagon pulled by the rusty clunky old tractor. Then, if that's not enough, maybe 5-7 miles away from that is an orchard where you can pick your own apples, buy apple cider, "homemade" pies that are the best on earth, all kinds of goodies. Their haywagon has no hay and is shiny and modern, and their pumpkins are brought in on a truck and just rolled out in the field, but the apple picking is real.

It's kid heaven in the fall. Anyone else who ends up up this way is welcome, also.