LITTLE WOODEN BOX

My wife, Elsie, and I have been reading GRIT for many, many moons — even back when it was in newspaper form. We both grew up in rural America on small farms in the late 1940s and ’50s.

For 45 years now, we’ve had a birdhouse in our backyard. It’s about 5 feet off the ground, hanging on an old basketball goal post that’s been there more than 50 years. The birdhouse is just a little box