Since I'm not working eight hours a day on the chicken coop and yard, things move slowly.
But move they do.
Me brudder came over one day and expertly affixed the linoleum to the poop board. I'm glad he did. He knows what he's doing. I sorta… well…. don't.
Here it is in place:
I have since painted the bare wood on either side of the linoleum, because… I had the paint, and I thought I would seal up the cracks in the wood to make them less hospitable to creatures that might like to multiply there.
I also made myself a shelf in the corner of the coop. I'm not sure what I'm going to put on it. But when I think of something, I'll already have a shelf for it.
This was rather fun to make.
I think I want to be a carpenter when I grow up.
(What are you talking about? You're old.)
Have you no playful bone in your sideways little body, ( ) ?
(Where I live, you don't NEED bones.)
I see.
Anyway. Yesterday Mr. P. dove into the fence stretching and rolling out. It was hard, grubby work. [I have the best landlord in the galaxy.] I helped. but not that much. I think I got in the way more than I helped.
There are many rocks.
And the fencing is...
floppy stuff. Next time you see a fence… of any kind…. pause for a moment and think of the hardy souls who constructed it. It's difficult work.
Yesterday was so exhausting, that we are taking the day off to recover.
So.
Sunny and I walked to the other side of the ice pond this afternoon. I saw my first wildflower of the season.
It's way easier to take pictures of flowers than it is to build chicken fencing, let me tell you.
Who's idea WAS this chicken thing anyway?
(Don't go there, Dillweed. Don't go there.)
I have since painted the bare wood on either side of the linoleum, because… I had the paint, and I thought I would seal up the cracks in the wood to make them less hospitable to creatures that might like to multiply there.
I also made myself a shelf in the corner of the coop. I'm not sure what I'm going to put on it. But when I think of something, I'll already have a shelf for it.
This was rather fun to make.
I think I want to be a carpenter when I grow up.
(What are you talking about? You're old.)
Have you no playful bone in your sideways little body, ( ) ?
(Where I live, you don't NEED bones.)
I see.
Anyway. Yesterday Mr. P. dove into the fence stretching and rolling out. It was hard, grubby work. [I have the best landlord in the galaxy.] I helped. but not that much. I think I got in the way more than I helped.
There are many rocks.
And the fencing is...
floppy stuff. Next time you see a fence… of any kind…. pause for a moment and think of the hardy souls who constructed it. It's difficult work.
Yesterday was so exhausting, that we are taking the day off to recover.
So.
Sunny and I walked to the other side of the ice pond this afternoon. I saw my first wildflower of the season.
It's way easier to take pictures of flowers than it is to build chicken fencing, let me tell you.
Who's idea WAS this chicken thing anyway?
(Don't go there, Dillweed. Don't go there.)