Among the pieces he gave me--bat house, garden bench--he also gave me a wren house. This is a little nest box built specifically for wrens; it has a small entry hole and no perch so that other birds can't use it. I hung it on the fence in the back yard, mostly for decoration.
After all these years, a pair of wrens surprised me by moving in this spring, and I have fallen in love with these spunky little brown birds. They sing and sing so sweetly, and although they may seem a drab brown from a distance, they have a beautiful striated pattern of feathers when you see them up close.
My pair has successfully hatched at least three little birdies in that nest box. Those parents work so hard, flying in and out all day long, bringing in food and taking out the trash. They are very protective too, scolding me fiercely every time I set foot in the backyard. One of the parents (I don't know if it's the male or the female) is giving me a piece of its mind in the photo.
I love having this little family share my yard. In a way, it's like one last little gift from my father.