I've got just over an acre, loads of trees, on a loop road about a mile out of a small town. Humming birds, wood peckers, blue jays, cardinals, humming birds, a hawk that landed on top of my car to survey the territory, a hawk that grabbed something about 15 or so feet from my shop door (I saw it out the door) - that one didn't make a sound, silent death, just one whoosh from its wings when it took off - awesome. But I don't recall seeing even one blue bird, if I ever did sure can't remember. Maybe it's all the trees.
"It ain't what you're told, it's what you know." - Granny Weatherwax
I am currently unsupervised. I know, it freaks me out too. But the possibilities are endless!
Call me a craftsman, artisan, or artistic, and I will accept that. Call me an artist and you will likely get a quite rude comment in return. I am not a @#$%ing artist.