Bought a positively MASSIVE solid oak table from a church in the city. It was their communion table for 40 years. The weight of this thing is insane.
It took every cubic inch of the back of my truck, but it's home and down in my sewing studio. It's going to be my new drafting and cutting table. I'll order the top mat today for it.
Three of us could barely move it. I don't know if they originally built it so you could strap a demon it to, but you could and the table wouldn't budge. If I told you what I paid, you'd faint, or cheer, no idea which.
Greenbeans finally decided to make their presence known. Geesh.
Moved the tractor from the workshop, and rearranged the barn to get it in. All of that so I could move the chick brooder area from the back of the shop to the front by the giant garage door. I'll let them play outside for a bit this week, then let the big girls out with them, then chuck them all in the coop a the end of the week. They're fully feathered at 7 weeks and huge, they'll be fine.
I'm sick of their mess, stink, and dust. Time for them to get OUT of my woodshop.
No plans today besides getting a willow tree in the ground, which requires removal of livestock blockade, and then replacing it as my long, noodle necks LOVE to eat trees.
Have a filthy day everyone.
The coop is big enough they can seek refuge while they cause havoc.