In the cabin there is a large picture window. Although the furniture has gone through many arrangements over the years one thing remains consistent - the focal point is that window.
It's this way for a few reasons: to see the lake, to look at the trees, and, of course, to watch the birds that come and go out of the many feeders.
My Grandma loved to watch "her" birds and if a pesky squirrel got into one of the feeders she didn't hesitate to chase it out.
One of the first things my Dad does when he gets Up North and one of the last things he does before leaving is fill the bird feeders. It's for Grandma.