Rhythm now, form and meaning will take their shape when they're damn well ready. Truth is, all of Roger's speculations are spot on. Plus, birds are freaky. Birds are Max Ernst and Marcel Duchamp, Egyptian symbols of the journey to the afterlife, lunacy and accuracy embodied in feather. Birds locomote in winged chariots, live and die by the worm, mystical composers willing to hang loose wherever they land.
Birds are irreverent squatters, treading light and squawking heavy, making nests from found objects.
For a rather more cogent description of how the Birdhouse came to be, see the webmaster's secret treatise .