Well, anyone who's known me for very long knows that, deep down, there must be some good ol' fashion Okie in me. It doesn't show in the family tree, but it certainly shows in my packing skills, my pick-up-and-go-itiveness (like that one?), my lack of shame in accepting used (and sometimes almost used up) items for reuse in my own domain. My suburban survival skills apparently lack for nothing.
Case in point - the materials for Flo's new abode. The donors saw the old coop in their newly acquired backyard as little more than a mess to remove. I saw potential and VERY gratefully accepted their donation. ("You pick it up, it's all yours!") It wasn't supposed to be a one-woman job, but I didn't really have anyone available during my open hours, so I made it work. (Check out the loading job on the minivan. You can
IMAGINE the looks
I got rolling down the freeway toward home!)
Fun, I'm excited to hear how things turn out and when she starts laying eggs. That'll be neat.
ReplyDeleteI prefer to call it resourceful. Okie? Not me! I get it from my mama, and she ain't Okie!
ReplyDeleteHi V, that's cool you got a chicken. What do chickens eat? Eliana
ReplyDeleteYou girls did a awesome job building the chicken coop. Great idea V on the hinged lid. You all diffidently get a thumbs up from me.
ReplyDeleteHappy egg gathering.