In 2014 I put up a Martin house that my dad had on his place. After he died in 2007, and Mom was making some changes on the family property, she asked me if I wanted Dad's Martin house. I did. It had stood beside the trailer for a decade of longer and the trailer was leaving the property, so the Martin house needed a new home.
Last year, the Martin house fell after a storm, and the impact shook everything loose in the house. My elder son and I performed an autopsy and decided that we could rehab it. The internals were made out of the same material that yard signs are made of, and I had some yard signs left over from my political campaign. So, we used those.
In a couple of hours, we had it back together and strapped to a fence post in the back yard. The Martins won't get here until March, but the scouts will find it in February and lead the other in. I like watching them fly, and hearing their warbles. Dad's Martin house is ready for another decade of service.