When I first told my husband I wanted to started building birdhouses he thought I was crazy. He had to train me on everything. I knew nothing about wood, power saws, sanding, power guns, etc. He made a pattern with measurements for everything. At first, he would not allow me to use the table saw. Than with his supervision, I was allowed to cut the wood. As I gained experience, with the power tools, he gave me more and more privileges. It use to take me hours to make one house. I would get frustrated, doing things wrong and having him correct my mistakes. I can't tell you how many times the nails went in wrong and I had to pull them out. I think it took me a year to actually feel comfortable with making the birdhouses.

I have a shop for cutting and sanding and another shop for assembling and painting. Check out my shop photos.

On a different note, I have an Eastern Screech Owl living under our cabana for five years. I named him Owlee. No birdhouse for him though. He seems to like the column holes near the cabana roof.