My Martin house

When I think of my childhood, I remember the sound of purple martins singing on a warm summer's evening. I remember them divebombing us as Lacey and I jump on the trampoline. I have always wanted a martin house so I can hear the singing in my own yard. I finally got one! My wonderful dad bought me a brand new martin house and even a pole to put it on. So when they were here for spring break, my dad and Joey screwed together the house ( I think cussing was involved-lots of screws) and then my 3 boys helped put it up. A couple weeks later I have a few pair of martins making a home :) This makes me smile!