After 11 successful years out of 11, we have had to retire our trusty blue tit nest box. It was stating to fall to pieces.
I was going to make a new one, but my dad was already making one for my sister, so he made me one as an early birthday present while he was at it. I hung it in our Scots pine this afternoon:
I know, from the photo, it looks as if I've hung it too close to the ground, but I'm actually standing on the very top of a rather tall set of stepladders. Hence the look of intense concentration on my face.
(Yes, that's what I look like when I'm concentrating.)