In that big storm that came by the other day a tree went down in the chicken lot; a nice, big, healthy, green pine tree. It tore the wire nailed to the tree line, and landed flat over the two drop pens by dad built, and the duck house, which my dad also built.
Needless to say, my dad's going to be real pleased; I've already envisioned all the splitting, sawing, and wood-hauling we're going to be doing in order to get that pine out of there. And stick-picking-up, which is even worse, actually. Lol.
Though I should mention that as far as I can tell, the pens are not badly damaged. Maybe a bit banged up, but nothing seems to be broken, we'll see, yah?
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The goats love it: they've been stuffing their faces with the green stuff, so much they're actually already getting tired of it.
Dolly thought it was pretty cool too; she also seemed to be quite ashamed of my panicky behavior during the thunderstorms and tornado watches. I was stressed, okay!
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