Sometimes, life goes still. The house is quiet. The kettle’s cooling. The world outside has pressed pause. And then... a bird appears. A Fantail on the fence. A Robin in...
At Metalbird, we’re not just in the business of making steel birds. We’re in the business of keeping real birds flying. That’s why part of every bird you buy goes...
Most art requires an artist. A painter with a brush. A sculptor with a chisel. Someone in a gallery explaining what it all means. But not this. With Metalbird, the...
Before Metalbird became a global thing, it was just me, a grinder, and a bit of mischief. I’d cut a bird silhouette in steel, sneak out at dawn, and hammer...
Birdsong is one of those things you don’t realise you’re missing until it’s gone. You wake up one day and the dawn chorus is quieter. The Tūī you used to...
Starting something new is exciting. And terrifying. A new job. A first home. A big life change. It’s that mix of “Let’s do this” and “What if I muck it...
Flowers are lovely. For about five days. Then they droop. Go brown at the edges. Start smelling weird if you forget to change the water. We’ve all been there... grinning...
When someone buys a Metalbird as a memorial, the next question is usually: "Where should I put it?" It’s not just about location. It’s about meaning. Because this isn’t just...
People ask us all the time: "Why do you use steel that rusts?" Fair question. Most companies selling outdoor décor promise their stuff won’t rust, won’t fade, won’t change. At...
At Metalbird, we don’t just make birds out of steel. We put real ones back in the sky. That’s not marketing gloss. It’s a commitment. Part of every bird you...
Some birds stay local. They belong to one patch of bush, one corner of the garden, one country’s backyard. But some birds go global. For Metalbird, the Cardinal is that...
