Pete does not involve me in the construction process for two reasons: First, he is always in a hurry. And secondly, problem solving is a single-minded endeavor. So I spent the majority of my time cleaning the chicken pen and goat yard.
Pete raised the front wall of the coop by lifting the rafters and adding an addition. Now I’ll be able to clean the pen without having to make my shoulders and back into an L shape. For this, I am grateful.
I did pull the old chicken wire off of the sides of the coup. This IS my least favorite construction type job. I hate chicken wire, which has nothing at all going for it. It is the most vile stuff ever created by MAN. I mean, a man had to have come up with it. No woman in her right mind would invent such a thing. It wads up, snags on clothing, and is difficult to compress after removal. The world would be a much better place if guns and chicken wire were made illegal.
I thought that I’d be done cleaning the chicken pen in five minutes. This was because I had been consistent in cleaning it over the past fifteen years. It took me closer to an hour-and-a-half to get the job done. Yeech – I filled a dozen five-gallon buckets with the crap that was on the ground. It was damp because the roof had been leaking. I felt good after, as I always do when I finish cleaning up after the livestock.
We finished late, in fact, we ended up eating after 10 p.m. Pete was tired and grumpy. I, less so. When I told him that this was another thing off the list he grunted. Undoubtedly, he was thinking that for every one thing he gets done, I add three more. There may be some truth to this.
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