It has taken me three months to get this far. If an individual labels me a procrastinator, it definitely does not illustrate any great insight or perception. This is my most obvious trait. In any event, the chicken run is almost done. I just have to wire up and then hang the gates so we can get into it. Maybe then I won't have to run the weedwhacker up by the barn. It's my hope the chickens will keep the weeds down.
Unfortunately, the gates will stop the horse from entering the fenced area. For some reason, our old Paso Fino has gone out of his way to enter pasture in the area I've fenced for the chickens. It's odd because he has an acre of hillside to do this, but at a certain time of the day he likes to come up to the barn and walk through the gate area and graze. I'm still working on some way to let him in with the chickens and still keep them safe from marauding neighbor dogs. If I can swing it, I'd like to let them into the barn for their run, too, so I won't have to build a shaded area to keep them cool during the summer. But, that will probably involve cutting into existing walls and I'm not handy enough to feel comfortable cutting up Dad's handiwork. Knowing me, it will happen. One day, I'll just look at it and get disgusted that I haven't figured out something and just do it. And it won't be as bad as I have feared.
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