Almost done.
Klop Klop - ouch! sorry about that throbbing thumb. It happens
Minnie - yikes! I am into falling if I am not extra precautious -who would think that stupid muck and a threshold would cause so much trouble. And I realize I do not recover as quickly as if I was still young and agile. It hurts. So I move slower trying to analyze the area before I take a plunge. I still process up and down the myrid of stairs I negotiate each and every day - but I place my foot securely instead of assuming I can dance up and down them any longer. I love that I am old enough to have to grow through this period of adjustment.
LAST Story
So I am at the campfire next door on Saturday night and am telling them about the two chicks that come running to me and want to crawl all over me instead of eat or drink like the rest of the flock is doing.
The neighbor proceeds to tell me of an older gentleman that he knew growing up. You would see him drive through town and on the back of his seat is a chicken perched. One day the story came out from this older man that he had this chicken (a well-established truth) and he really did not want to take it in the car with him however he had no choice. From the beginning this chick was different than any other chick he had ever had. It would not leave him be! When he would leave that chick would run after the car and when he would come back he would find the chick two miles down the road still looking for the car. So he began letting it ride along. When he went to bed that chick would make such a fuss and noise that it finally got to sleep on the bedpost at the foot of the bed. Whenever he sat down the chick would fuss so finally it began to come into the house and sit on his shoulder.
My neighbor swears this story is true and that he knew the man as an acquaintance while growing up.
The END. I gotta go get something else done with my day.
Looking for pictures of the finished project and the new chicken coop when done.
