This is my DAD... sittin on a little log. He is in the MIDDLE of my garden... BURNING the Bird Brush Pile. This is ME..(Frankie Furter) enjoying a DELICIOUS Fresh beef bone. I don't help with the annual Burning of the Bird Brush Pile... beclaws... UNLIKE Jazzi.. I Value My Furs tooo much to get NEAR fire. Not even fur a Taco!!! See the three bird feeders... The birds that feed from them don't have any close shelter or place to perch... so every FALL mom and dad and I build a Brush Pile fur them... OK>>> OKAY>>> I admit it... I LOVE the brushpile too. I climb on and in and even UNDER it beclaws there are always neat thingys to sniff and it is a super place fur me to HIDE some of my impawtant thingys. Sooooo now that it is spring... mom quits filling these feeders and only fills the other 4 that I have. That way the birds get used to being AWAY.. so they won't singe their feathers when the brushpile goes up in flames.