In Fuzhou, China, it was hot and humid and hot. We spent a great deal of time splashing around at the family well. One morning I went for a splash and spotted movement near the outdoor sink. Pigeons, two of them, were tied up beneath the sink. My father-in-law caught them with his hat and was keeping them as pets. They didn't look very happy tied to a string, though. So we went out in search of a bird cage. However, Chinese bird cages are the tiny bamboo ones meant to hold small singing sparrows, ones that can be carried to the park to sing with other birds. A pigeon, much less two, would barely squeeze in. I suggested we build a cage.
So we went to town and found a wire shop. Turned out the owner of the shop used to ride to high school each day with my husband. So the man not only gave us a good deal, but delivered the wire and let us borrow the shop's wire cutters.
Then we started building. Talk about 1001 opinions. I had images of an 8ft aviary. My father-in-law worried about his garden being ruined. My husband said just a small cage was enough. The children all had opinions--make it round, make it square. Dinner was called and my brother-in-law came in, took over, and just slap dash put something together. My father-in-law smiled and thanked everyone.
The next morning when my husband and I got up before 6am to revamp some of the corners, my father-in-law had pre-empted us. He'd been up for hours and had already fixed everything just to his liking. I had to smile. He hadn't protested the creation, but had returned when noone else was there to "help," and fixed the cage to his liking.