Thought it was friday,
but it seemed like a monday.
Was working outside the new coop, when there was a crash and a loud squawk,
not sure who it was but one of the roosting bars had fallen, had to be grace, who have become to be called chumbs. She's more rotund than round. brace had broken so I quickly fixed it, and when I was in the process of fixing it, the entire flock seemed to arrive at the same time. of course except for the four slow ones
who seem to not understand that the old coop is no longer a chicken coop, but a storage.



