Mama and I had a good weekend. I stared my weekend a little
early by taking off Friday. Between
Thursday evening, all day Friday and all day Saturday I managed to get a good
start on Mama’s new chicken coop. We need something pretty soon because her chicks
are not so little anymore. We had them in a pretty large cage but they are but
they are growing so rapidly that we are having to find other cages and spaces
for them to give them enough room to grow without being overcrowded.
With that as a plan I took a little coop that we inherited
with the purchase of the Chico property and mounted it on a stand so that it
would be easier for Mama to take care of. It is a cute little salt-box style
prefab coop with a nesting box that extends out the back of the coop. It has a
removable tray on the roosting area, little windows and little doors. So there
is plenty of access for Mama to clean and service the coop.
We have not moved any of the chickens to the little coop
because Mama is still able to carry (with help) the large cage from the garage –
where the chicks are placed for the night – to the carport where they spend the
day. It will not be too much longer that she will be able to do that because it
is getting quite heavy as the chicks continue to grow.
We even have a separate hospital cage that now houses three
birds. All three have injuries to their legs that require them to be separated
from the flock. But, much to Mama’s great pleasure, all are doing quite well
and should be able to return to the general population in a couple more weeks. She
views it as her first successful attempt to rescue an injured bird.
What I worked on all day Saturday was the large coop
building I wanted to build last year when Grandpa and Mama got the idea of
building the little metal building to be used as a coop. It has done well
enough but I am happy to finally be building a nicer, more permanent structure.
In the new building Mama will be able to raise two separate flocks when needed.
She has read that we should not raise our meat chickens with our egg layers –
due to differing diet for the different outcomes.
I struggled getting it laid out by myself but finally got the
rough out close enough to start digging the holes for the posts I needed to put
into the ground. Friday I struggled with the power auger getting only a few
inches at best into the very hard ground. So I got each hole as far as I could
then filled each with water to soften the ground, reworking each later that
evening or the following day.
By Saturday when I finally quit I had all the holes done,
posts set and most of the stringers attached to those posts. I have enough
lumber from the deck lumber I cleaned to do all the floor joists and the rafters.
With revival this week Sunday through Wednesday night followed by FBI on
Thursday night and RU on Friday night I will not get more added to the frame until
Saturday – unless I take time off later this week.
Sunday morning in Sunday School the evangelist was making a
point of how easy it was for us to share photos on our cell phone with complete
strangers while we will not share the gospel. He was pretending to share
pictures of his horses with me when he said, “This guy could not care less. He’s
a city slicker.” That got everybody going. So later that morning I said I knew
this was going to be a rough revival for me when the evangelist insults you the
very first morning of the meetings.
It has become a recurring theme through the meetings so far.
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