The chicken coop is coming along well! Kerry has been making it up as he goes, which impresses me. I can make up small things, but he can make up stuff involving large tools and doors and walls. Here’s the coop as of this morning, but stay tuned because today the outside walls are going up.
Chickens. My silkies are starting to look like rock stars:
I’m calling the littlest silkie “PooBalls” for now because the poor thing has rock hard balls of dirt and poo built up on her feet from the floor of their kennel. We brought her yesterday and googled “how to get poo balls off a chick’s foot” (you can google anything) and attempted to do so with warm water. We weren’t successful before she seemed like she’d had enough trauma, so then she had about 30 minutes of being Yoda on the counter while she warmed up.
Flat Stanley has also been helping with the chickens. They’re getting big!
Flat Stanley also almost fell out of the tree!
The kids are having fun. Ellie learned to ride her bike and got a pony for a prize when she finished her workbook last week; they’re getting daring on the barn swing and barrels; they love flying kites in the yard; and they’re becoming great friends.
Sam did not have fun getting clobbered by a 16-foot board in the barn.
Oh, and this is why I love tractors. I had to tear down one side of our goat-chewed garden fence last weekend so we can replace posts and rails. It was pretty solid work with a maul, wire cutters, and some ramming of the tractor. Then I got to the old rusty hinges on the gate (the gate sits down in them and swings). I tried to lift it with my shoulder and it didn’t even pretend to budge. So I thought I might as well try to tractor bucket and see if I could maybe rip some of the boards off that way. And now I know what Samson must have felt like lifting the gates off the Philistine city. The tractor didn’t even flinch — just lifted that gate right out of the hinges like it was nothing.