In honor of his mom’s birthday, and maybe partly because of birthday presents delayed in the corona virus shipping slowdown, Jon set to work on the six-year-old chicken coop. What began as a spring cleaning pressure wash expanded to include a re-roofing project (adding sheet metal on top of the worn plywood roof), removing half the upper level hardware cloth “floor” which traps the chicken manure, luring the chickens into the coop and shutting them in before hooking up to the tractor and dragging the coop to its summer location AND re-constructing a nesting box on a slant so the eggs will roll down and out to a holding trough protected from chicken poo and pecks. WOW. Meanwhile, I strung more electric fence wire to form a lane through the middle pasture where the horses were currently grazing, to open up the next pasture in the rotation.
On a sad note, in the morning I found that Oreo had passed away peacefully in his sleep. One of Dave’s jobs was to bury him; we chose a spot near the bunny pen. Oreo was born soon after our arrival in Alabama, back in June 2010, so he was almost 10. His brother Vanilla Marshmallow is now our only bunny.