I love owning things that were handmade or passed down. When you’re young, you have a lack of appreciation for such things. When my grandmother passed away, her belongings were, of course, split up. My dad asked for few things but one of them was her Martin House, not for himself, but for me to have. I am proud to own it because I know how much she loved for those Martins to come in and nest and now I can share in the same enjoyment with the added bonus of knowing that I’m keeping that tradition of hers, going; cleaning the birdhouse, waiting for the birds, and watching them build & live.
We picked our spot in the yard and my very strong husband prepared by digging the hole. Since Martin houses are usually cemented in, we had to find a new pipe for the pole to slide into and sit in the hole. We have lots of scraps around here and found a perfect fit. You can buy these as well.
My husband poured water into the hole, about 3/4 way.
He then poured the cement in. I don’t know how much but it was quite a bit.
Then he used a ‘poker’ to poke all through, allowing it to mix and settle. He did this A LOT. Over and over and over…..He would add a little more water and a little more cement and repeat the poking. teehe..sorry, that makes me giggle.
We let it dry overnight and by the next afternoon, it was like steel! That pole wasn’t going anywhere! He simply put the other two poles together and stacked.
And there it is! All cleaned out and ready for living! Now we wait. The Martins came in late this year and we’ve had two people see their first couple of them in the last few days so I’m hoping it’s not too late and they’ll find a home here. If not, it will be up and ready for next year. Do you have birdhouses in your yard?