Bird house in my soul

When I was a young boy my Brother, my Mother and I moved from Australia to Phoenix, Arizona. I was always into making stuff and playing. My Grandfather, Orbie, and I made this birdhouse one day. He had some basic hand tools and some wood lying around, and we made this terrific house. We painted it glorious white, which helps with the heat in the Arizona sun. I vividly remember us climbing up on the roof to put it on top of the house on Coolidge Street. It sat there for many years and last year when I was visiting I saw it in the shed. Still looks pretty good with that 40 years in the sun look.