So, I'm beginning to question the wisdom of keeping chickens. The end of last week had me beginning to wonder if I hadn't become the very sphincter of the universe or something. Then Saturday morning this happened. I was really hoping to finish up the coop this weekend and transition the chicks out there next week. So much for that I guess.
After it stopped raining, I waited for it to dry up a bit. At about 10:15AM I walked out to try and get some sheathing on the coop. I quickly decided to climb down off of the coop b/c I thought some branches might come down. About two minutes after I got down and walked away, this happened:
After it stopped raining, I waited for it to dry up a bit. At about 10:15AM I walked out to try and get some sheathing on the coop. I quickly decided to climb down off of the coop b/c I thought some branches might come down. About two minutes after I got down and walked away, this happened:



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