The old dog run looks better and better for some temporary hamburg housing; the larger offspring came and helped me put the roof on the chicken coop but I still have to frame the east end, and so far today I have pounded my left thumbnail sideways and cracked it down the middle and then ran a driver bit into the base of the adjacent index finger. All I have to do to make the dog run ready for the Hamburgs is frame in a door end and convert a big plastic bin into a coop- oh, and put hardware cloth all the way around the run because it shares a fence with the coyotes and right now it's just plastic coated yard wire inside woven pasture wire (although the bottom is wired up, too).
So I am resting right now, and daughter-person is getting me some more small dimension lumber to finish the coop and make a door.
The roof for the coop is going to be grey tarp for a while, I suspect; I've got compo roof to use but I need to persuade some helpful circular-saw wielding person to trim up the raggedy end first.
All of this stuff used to be easier to accomplish back when I was forty.