So this video is sort of how I feel about the backyard right now. The rain always makes things sort of yucky out there, but we've done a key thing that really added to the ambiance, effectively creating a cross between Sanford and Son and Green Acres.
The whole chain of events started when I finally got tired of the soupy coop situation and bought a bale of straw to put on the ground in the coop. It turned out to be the perfect solution because the chickens' feet are dry and now it smells like hay, a vast improvement over what we had going on before. The straw was also pretty much a bargain, $8.95 (3.5 dozen eggs) for a bale. It seems like it will last for a while.
In fact, it seems like it will probably be everywhere for a very long time.
T. brought the bale in under the patio on a red wagon we have because it was raining again. We decided to grab some off the end to take put it in the coop. As soon as T. cut the cord, the bale of straw POPPED out at both ends, covering the ground around the wagon with straw. The process of taking straw from the bale out to the chicken coop left another trail, and before I knew it, half our yard looked like a manger.
I did manage to wrestle the bale into a tarp and put it up against the coop. Now it looks like we have a body back there, but at least it's going to stop shredding straw all over the place.
The whole chain of events started when I finally got tired of the soupy coop situation and bought a bale of straw to put on the ground in the coop. It turned out to be the perfect solution because the chickens' feet are dry and now it smells like hay, a vast improvement over what we had going on before. The straw was also pretty much a bargain, $8.95 (3.5 dozen eggs) for a bale. It seems like it will last for a while.
In fact, it seems like it will probably be everywhere for a very long time.
T. brought the bale in under the patio on a red wagon we have because it was raining again. We decided to grab some off the end to take put it in the coop. As soon as T. cut the cord, the bale of straw POPPED out at both ends, covering the ground around the wagon with straw. The process of taking straw from the bale out to the chicken coop left another trail, and before I knew it, half our yard looked like a manger.
I did manage to wrestle the bale into a tarp and put it up against the coop. Now it looks like we have a body back there, but at least it's going to stop shredding straw all over the place.
I am laughing out loud at the manger image. And loving the flash of Fred Sanford sitting down to read his paper. Hope your Friday is a good one. I thoroughly enjoyed the long jaw yesterday.
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