We are building a chicken coop.
Actually, Paul is building a chicken coop. E. and I are just wandering around the yard clucking in anticipation.
I have wanted chickens for years but we’ve always lived in rental houses and never felt completely settled. We didn’t want to move chickens halfway across the country (the cats, baby and cars were enough to deal with), so we waited until now.
Paul cleared out the area where we plan to build the coop and run, but there was a big, fallen tree trunk in the way so he borrowed my brother’s chain saw and hacked it up a few days ago.
My only contribution? Making my brother and sister-in-law a big bowl of banana pudding in thanks….