My Grandfather build a bird house out of birch wood and for years it was an iconic sight on the street they lived (I guess he built it in the 70s? It was part ofd my childhood in the 80s). My grandparents moved out and left the bird house behind. The housing was crap so only lower income people moved in and at some point the whole complex was abandoned and prepared for demolishen. The bird house was still there. So I got it before everything was torn down. Then it was in my trunk for some time, I thought about fixing it and at some point I just wanted to get rid of it, so I drove at my grandparents former street, and screwed thge birdhouse on a tree there. I thought it was a nice memory.
a few years later I thought I drive by for a visit and was taken by surprise, someone fixed the roof with new roofing paper.