My uncle lives on a bayou in southwest Louisiana and he has wood duck boxes and every year, wood ducks move in and hatch babies. Yesterday morning:
Uncle: One of my wood duck boxes blew down in a storm a while back.
Vince: Do you need help putting it back up?
Uncle: It’s gone. I couldn’t find it.
Vince: Do you want me to make you one?
Uncle: I was hoping you would say that.
So they were off to buy building materials.
This is what happens when the photographer won’t go downstairs to get a picture! I stood on the deck and took the picture. Because he lives on the bayou and it floods, his house us built up and he has a basement of sorts below it . . an area that can flood and not have too much damage. The house then has a second floor, which is really a third floor if you ask my knee!
Anyway . . they got the box almost finished yesterday but this morning they finished it and got it put up.