Every now and again, life throws you a biscuit.
I had a heads up from a newly-chicked friend yesterday morning that she had heard of a large crate made of 2x4s and hardware cloth going begging near us.
Go for it! I cried. This is manna from heaven, baby. The gods are with you!
For reasons I am too circumspect to reveal here (ahem), she was unable to make the snag, leaving the field wide open. Could I? Would I? But…how? And…why?
I don’t really have a need for it, that I can see at the moment. The much-coveted, much-awaited pink gazebo arrives tomorrow, which will surely meet all my current brooding needs, as well as my future poult needs.
(Triciaaaaaaa…… <=== my best Stanley Kowalski)
The Man and I had a demolition project scheduled for after work last night. The wall in the upstairs hallway had been falling apart slowly for some time and needed replacing. We were going to Home Depot afterward, anyway…
Long story short…we didn’t know if it would still be there, but we went anyway. It was, and the woman said it was to have been picked up by the junk man in the morning, so our alacrity was rewarded. It had been, in its former life, an outdoor dog pen, which is why only half of the bottom is covered with plywood. The other half, open to the grass, was meant, presumably, for…you know.
It needs some sort of lid, of course, and a purpose, but I couldn’t just let it pass by. It’s extremely sturdy and they used very heavy gauge hardware cloth. It might make a good isolation pen, or a broody pen, or an outside brooder…have you seen the price of heavy gauge hardware cloth??!!
When the universe hands you a gimme, I have learned, it’s rude to say thanks, but no thanks. And the universe doesn’t like rudeness.
So, it’s home, in the barn, purpose TBA:
What do you think, poultry peeps? Score?