Plan for the day was to limp my broken butt out to the yard and get the three beams in place and leveled. While having breakfast, Lowe’s had other ideas.
So, obviously, there is no longer a rush for me to get the beams in place. I am so mad. I’d be less mad had I not actually called their Customer Service and been assured that the order was going to be delivered on the 3rd…when I totally knew that this was not reality. So, so mad.
So, what’s a old man to do? I messed around with some genealogy for a while, then my thoughts turned to that mung shelf. Sometime between setting it up to cook in the sun and this morning, I had the thought that it might be a good idea to sniff it. Amazingly, it did not stink of mouse urine or mold. It smelled of chainsaw chain oil! I can work with that! So off to construction101.com, where I had previously seen plans for a garden stool that caught my eye. This calls for a 6′ length of 1″ x 12″. Hey! Isn’t that exactly… of course it is! So I sent them a dollar for these free plans and got to work putting it together in the backyard woodshop. It turned out pretty damn nice for $1 in free plans and a cleaned up piece of mung shelf wood. It still needs some paint, but that isn’t my department.
Oh! While working on the stool, I heard a chicken clucking, but it was not coming from the neighbor’s yard who has chickens. This caught my attention, so I went looking. Sure enough, in the backyard of the house that abuts mine, which is currently being fixed up for sale and no one lives there, there was a nice hen walking around eating bugs, but she obviously was not in the right place. Jenny heard her, too, and came out to see. I went around the block to get into the yard (fence), but the hen had already left the backyard, crossed the road, and was hiding in the unidentified, three-leaved, viney undergrowth. No way I was going in after her. Jenny went to the house and grabbed a handful of frozen corn kernels that I got from her over the fence. These did the trick. I soon had the hen in my arms and off to the chicken people’s house with her. While I was walking around the block, their Jeep was in the drive. Now, 7 minutes later, it was gone. Of course it was! I noticed that they had a smart doorbell, so I rang it and showed the hen. I then took the risk and figured out how to open the gate to their backyard, where the coop is. Any doubts I had about this being the right house for this hen were soon gone. She knew exactly where she was and asked to get down from my arms and let into the pen. She made a bee line up the ramp and into the henhouse.
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