We've had our Purple Martin birdhouse for about 8 years now and we enjoy the birds who return every spring to their summer home. This year was the first time that our bird family didn't return and I believe it's because they knew something we didn't know; this humble abode was on it's last leg. And before we were aware of just how urgently we needed to find a new condo for our visitors, the wind assisted with the removal of this old, rusted out shack. The house hung teetered to the side until Ray took the final step of bringing it down. But, before it's removal, we encountered casualties as the house leaned over and spit baby birds onto the ground.
I assembled the the new home and Ray installed it on the pole. I think it looks perfect and any bird should be proud to call it home. 
As I sit here now, I can hear the birds chirping their approval of the fine accomodations we have furnished for them and we are hoping that next year they not only return, but bring relatives with them.
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You're not kidding when you say condo. Those are cool homes! Love the pictures.
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