A bit of a sentimental birdhouse. My father made it several years ago. One year I bought him gourd seeds that he planted and then made several birdhouses from them. This one was all painted up like a hot air balloon. Though the balloon lost its luster, the metallic bottom still holds the paint that my father applied so many years ago. It's been nearly four years since he died, and I like having this melancholic reminder of his handcraft.
