Chicken Explosions and Other Mish Mash
We now have a hen house. This is a good thing, especially seeing as something attacked the chickens while they were roosting in their tree last night. It was probably an owl, but in the quiet of the night, there was a sudden explosion of twelve terrified chickens falling out of the tree, feathers flying, squawking at the top of their lungs. They set off all the other animals in the near vicinity, too... cows, horses, dogs, the donkey. Quite the racket. Anyway, we'd ordered a hen house a couple weeks ago, and it finally arrived today. Now we just have to convince the chickens to use it. Actually, we just have to convince our handsome boy, Anthony (our big red rooster) to use it. The rest of the flock will follow him wherever he goes and whatever he does... except the guineas, perhaps.
We just hope everyone survives the night in the tree tonight, with no more chicken explosions at midnight.
My eldest brother applied for a job position at my office. It was an interesting and somewhat surreal experience watching him go through the process all the way to the interview. People kept asking me if it would bother me working with my brother. It's a good question, and I suppose a lot of people might have had issues with it, but I really didn't. Despite that we didn't get along very well as kids, I really like and admire my brother, and I know he is someone that I could trust and rely upon. So... why wouldn't I want those qualities in a co-worker? I honestly think I would have enjoyed working with him.
The floor guys came and installed the hardwood floor in the bedroom Monday.
Before.... It's difficult to see just how grungy the carpet is, but it was pretty badly stained. And it had no padding; it was just a thin layer of carpet over concrete. The stick-up tiles in the entry to the tornado shelter/closet were coming loose and sliding around, too.
After.... Of course, the masking tape near the entry was only temporary and is already gone. I think it really transformed the room, and I just love hardwood floors.
Plus a couple pics of the cedar massacre:
Mind you, on the bare trunks, you can see how many limbs have been sawed... mostly by me, with a bow saw, although Kate has been catching some of the bigger stuff with the chainsaw. We've processed about 20 of them now, with another 10-15 left.
We just hope everyone survives the night in the tree tonight, with no more chicken explosions at midnight.
My eldest brother applied for a job position at my office. It was an interesting and somewhat surreal experience watching him go through the process all the way to the interview. People kept asking me if it would bother me working with my brother. It's a good question, and I suppose a lot of people might have had issues with it, but I really didn't. Despite that we didn't get along very well as kids, I really like and admire my brother, and I know he is someone that I could trust and rely upon. So... why wouldn't I want those qualities in a co-worker? I honestly think I would have enjoyed working with him.
The floor guys came and installed the hardwood floor in the bedroom Monday.
Before.... It's difficult to see just how grungy the carpet is, but it was pretty badly stained. And it had no padding; it was just a thin layer of carpet over concrete. The stick-up tiles in the entry to the tornado shelter/closet were coming loose and sliding around, too.
After.... Of course, the masking tape near the entry was only temporary and is already gone. I think it really transformed the room, and I just love hardwood floors.
Plus a couple pics of the cedar massacre:
Mind you, on the bare trunks, you can see how many limbs have been sawed... mostly by me, with a bow saw, although Kate has been catching some of the bigger stuff with the chainsaw. We've processed about 20 of them now, with another 10-15 left.