the coop

We finished the chicken coop today thanks to my wife the architect's keen eye for level and ability to revise blueprints in her imagination. It was the first thing either of us had ever built on our own or together (besides our love...as April would be quick to remind me) and our sense of satisfaction was far greater than the door's ability to close without a little encouragement. We made a brave attempt to build it out of all the scrap wood we had salvaged from around our place but after we ran out of screws and I bent our best hammer trying to pull old nails...we ended up making the dreaded trip to Lowe's. The coop stubbornly refused our attempts to complete it in one day and we knew Sunday would mean a day of work more so than a day of rest. We studied Matthew today for our Sunday Bible breakfast and I ate 500 calories of pure lard (according to my wife) including Carolina Pride sausage, over-easy eggs, potatoes, cheese and tortillas but the parables fed my soul a far more delicious meal. By the time I had digested both the words of Jesus and the meal, it was nearly noon and I wasn't sure the coop would submit to our efforts this day. But by 5:00 we had it pretty much done, we decided to test the structural strength by seeing if it could hold our two dog wrecking crew...