|lots of sections|
Which is probably why it's taking so darn long. But you know what? It's going to be sturdily built.
At one point Steve said to me, "there are people in this country who live in houses that aren't as well built as this chicken coop will be, you know."
To which I replied, "raccoons, dude."
|North side of the run|
In the meantime, the garden is going to rack and ruin because I don't have time for it. I manage to get one little chore done at a time. Steve, bless his heart, has taken over the raspberries, which appear to be succumbing to verticillium wilt. Great sections of them have croaked, but then look like they're trying to survive, so he is trying to encourage the survivors in the name of natural selection. Lots of stuff is bolting and going to seed, most notably the kale and other brassicas. And I haven't had the time to get things into the ground that I've already started, like the squashes.
The pullets continue to get bigger and bigger and bigger, which is a good thing, I guess, but the rate at which they are growing is alarming. So is the rate at which they're eating. I'm so looking forward to getting them out of my guest room. They are like the noisy house guests who won't go home. Mostly, I'm looking forward to having a quiet house back. They still cheep like chicks pretty constantly, but now that they're bigger, they're louder. This morning I finally heard one cluck quietly, a sound for which I've been waiting, and that's a huge improvement.
Today I'll build the last section, the south side of the run, and then the last thing I'll need to do before erection day is put together some sort of roof system. I'm still thinking about how I'm going to do that.
But have I learned not to bring home the animals until the housing is up and ready?
Yes. I have.
* Blogger appears to have the vapors again, so once it lets me add pictures I will.