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.