Finally got out and moved the chicken tractor-trailer for the first time in 7, 8 weeks, something like that (due to the weather). The wheels stayed on and everything worked out just fine this time. And wow, are the chickens happy this morning -- not to mention how happy I'm going to be when I don't have to get into an argument with the mud over who gets to keep my boots. Now, if those chickens just show their gratitude by giving me plenty of eggs, we'll be in good shape. Unfortunately I felt something rather nasty pop in my back when Mom and I were lifting the roof back on. Upper back this time, so at least it's not my sciatic nerve, but geeze, I'm 27, this shouldn't be happening yet.