The first part was building the pad and the first course of the foundation, for which I needed Steve's help. With the exception of moving the walls to the backyard from the garage where I'll build them, I should be able to get the rest of the coop done myself.
But moving a bunch of soil (read 'heavy, waterlogged clay) and getting the first course of concrete pavers down was going to need more strength and back than I have all by myself, so that's what we both did this weekend. Saturday we moved the majority of the soil and tamped, tamped, tamped it down. We also got one side of the first course of patio pavers that I'm going to use for the foundation laid.
|Progress at the end of Saturday|
Sunday was spent moving and tamping more soil, and finishing the first course. I decided to do it this way because there are stacks of patio pavers all over the yard. They were something the previous owner left us to find. I think there are a hundred of them. That's what I counted, anyway. It might not be the most stable foundation in earthquake country, but that's what I'm going with in spite of that. I've seen chicken coops on less.
|It's level and square|
I'll lay hardware cloth across the bottom, put the second course of pavers on it, and once I get the frame sitting on the second course, I'll bend up the bottom hardware cloth and nail it to the frame. Then I'll hammer concrete mesh pins in all over the bottom hardware cloth, and make sure the soil is covering the mesh. The bedding will go on top of that.
But today I am not working on the coop.
I started today by pouring hot water from the thermo carafe in on top of Steve's soy milk, and then when I went to pour the rest of the coffee from the pot into the carafe, I forgot to pour out the hot water I had in there heating it up. That first pot was almost what the French call 'jus de chaussette'. It means 'sock juice'.
Then when I went to make Steve's breakfast, I discovered that I'd neglected to take a package of sausage out of the freezer to defrost, so I had to brown some Spam for him. No big deal, except I pulled the ring off the lid instead of pulling the lid off with the ring. Have you any idea how hard it is to open a can of Spam with a regular can opener? Fortunately I managed it without cutting myself, and I did find the tiny sliver of metal in the cooked Spam before I fed it to Steve, but you know what? I can take a hint.
I will not be working on the coop today but will instead be doing much needed house work, and making more room in the garage so I can work on the coop tomorrow.
I just don't need anything else going wrong this morning.