Relative Something

The chickens finally did in the ramp of woven sticks leading up to their door into the coop. In trying to mend it, the outer braces let loose and I pretty much ended up rebuilding the whole thing.

Unfortunately, many of the old twigs had lost the necessary flexibility. They snapped before I could bend them into position. Cyndie showed up and helped scout some greener specimens among the random growth nearby.

Then she grabbed my camera and documented the process.

Luckily, there is no sound with the images, so my verbal frustration over the breaking sticks was not captured.

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Just like that, it is complete again. I asked the chickens to leave it alone this time.

I’ll let you know how well that works out.

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