Anyway... Kevin and I bought these pretty greeting cards at a little shop in La Veta on our trip on the Rio Grande Scenic Railroad. My plan was to find some frames on the cheap, spray paint them if needed, and then mat them in coordinating colored card stock.
I found frames the perfect size at the dollar store (the one allllll the way down by the old house), but when I got them home and un-packaged, I learned that one was broken. So, I had to stop by the dollar store again and get another one. Bought a can of Rustoleum Heirloom White spray paint from Home Depot. Carefully took the glass out of the frames, spread the frames out on an old sheet outside, and sprayed a couple of thin and even coats on.
Then I raided my old scrapbooking stash to find some cardstock. My first thought was to mat each one in a color that coordinated with the picture, but I found that using black unified them as a set, plus all of them have a little black in the picture. I used my new paper cutter to cut the front off each card, matted it on black cardstock, and then matted that on white. On the back, I mounted the back of the card, which had the artist's name and a description of the bird. Popped everything back in the frame (after cleaning the glass), and we were ready to go.
Since I needed all four of them to line up perfectly on the wall, I used Command Picture Hanging Strips that are kind of like Velcro, so you can re-adjust if needed. These are curing yet, so we will make any more readjustments that are needed a little later.
The property manager also had someone come over and look in the crawlspace for mold, and he said that the gray stuff on the insulation is dust from the air circulating down there, and Mr. Mold's "reaction" that he supposedly had as soon as he walked into the house is complete B.S. Makes me wish I had not promised to give him his deposit back, but I was worried that he might actually decide to move into the house, and then I would have had to deal with him being a jerk for the next year, so that was my way of getting him out of my life. Oh well, live and learn!