The Bridgewater Triangle's Freaky Little Waterman's Bird Farm

Not paranormal–but far from normal–is a freaky little farm tucked away on Old Summit Street in Middleboro, right off of haunted route 105. There are signs everywhere leading the way. They want you to come. Signs for Waterman’s Bird Farm point the way, with eye catching decorations like plastic snowmen and Santa Clauses. You follow the weathered signs and you come to at first glance looks like half Pee Wee’s Playhouse and half house of horrors. Weathered stuffed animals and dolls dangle from trees. Old spring rocking horses are everywhere. You ask yourself, what the hell is this place?

You feel like you are trespassing into the mind of a madman. You suddenly get the feeling you shouldn’t be here. That’s when the cutest old man welcomes you to his farm and asks you if you would like to see the birds. He takes you beyond the gates of the farm and now you see that the place is huge. And the whole place is decorated very much like the front yard. More 70′s rocking horses. More children’s toys. More Christmas decor…more Santas. One dangles from a rope about 30 feet up in a tree over a small pond. Santa is just inches from submersion. You are now feeling very much like you are in a Fellini movie. Bob Waterman points at the Santa with glee. “See my Santa?” he says with a wonderful laugh. “That’s how I churn the pond in the winter to keep it from freezing. So the ducks have a place to drink from.”

There are old Christmas trees everywhere, giving the birds a place to perch. Bob tells me that Nesarella’s Farm in Halifax gives him the trees, the leftover’s from the Christmas season. There is a heaping pile of bread for the hundreds of birds here at Waterman’s Bird Farm. Stop & Shop donates the bread.

You are feeling completely overwhelmed from sensory overload. You never knew that birds could be so interesting and beautiful. And they are everywhere. Fluffy ones that look like cats. Chickens that look like they are walking on stilts. Babies and protective mothers. Eggs waiting to hatch. A peacock spreads its feathers six feet wide and it makes you gasp with its beauty. Now you are feeling very lucky to have followed the signs to Waterman’s Bird Farm, because this is quite a unique experience.

You tell Bob Waterman that this place is so special that he could charge admission. With a wave of his hand, he says, “Nah…I do it for the children.” Then he tells you that he collects toys at yard sales and uses them to decorate the bird farm for kids. Awwww…you want to adopt this guy. What looked creepy and eerie when you pulled up suddenly looks magical. When you see it through Bob Waterman’s eyes. Waterman’s Bird Farm. Check it out!

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