whitelop
Morgan
Today we started converting my old barn into a chicken coop. My husband isn't happy with himself because building things like this isn't is forte. He doesn't have the right vision for it, because hes not invested in it. So he, being a manly man's man, is disappointed with himself because he isn't great at this. This ONE singular thing he isn't great at, but he's great at so many other things. This just happens to be where I strap on my man pants and do the job myself because I have the vision...if only I didn't have the allergies or the fear of rattle snakes. Not that I think there ARE rattle snakes, but every time I see a hole in the dirt of the barn, I instantly envision being be struck by a rattle snake, a little unreasonable...maybe; but bare in mind, it is MY mind. lmao.
Anyway, my dad is coming to help give my husband some vision for the project, but I think I'll have to put some boots on a tool belt and get out there and do it.
My rooster is such a show off! Hahaha. My MIL dropped my son off today and she wanted to see the barn, so her and my husband walked out to see it. They stood in front of the coop and talked for like 30 minutes and my rooster just strutted around in there and rolled in the dirt to dirt bathe. He ate some stuff, hopped on and off his roosting bar and was just hamming it up having someone out there to watch him. haha.
It was actually probably him being protective and if they had gone closer or inside, he would have gone into full on attack mode. lmao. Which I would have loved to see, my MIL being attacked by the 15 lb rooster. hahahaha. Oh god, I would have peed my pants.
Hopefully tomorrow will be the day to do Ellie's cage. I got a staple gun today(which is awesome) and the hardware cloth last week. So I'll keep my fingers crossed that my husband will help me with the door and I'll be able to do the rest! YAY! Ellie will get a cage back. haha. Not that she needs it.
My mom came over today to see my son. She goes into the kitchen and she's like "uhhh..wheres the rabbit?" I was like, 'shes in the kitchen.' my mom- "where's her cage?" me- 'its outside, I was sick of looking at it so I threw it out' her- "so where is RIGHT now? I don't see her" I then told her that she stays under the cabinet if she gets scared and she just looked at me like I was a crazy person because the rabbit just lives in my kitchen! I told her to f-off because the rabbit is better with the litter box than the freaking cats who are MEANT TO USE A LITTER BOX.
Okay, I'm so done now. Its time to drink some wine and eat some pizza and calm my nerves. haha.
Anyway, my dad is coming to help give my husband some vision for the project, but I think I'll have to put some boots on a tool belt and get out there and do it.
My rooster is such a show off! Hahaha. My MIL dropped my son off today and she wanted to see the barn, so her and my husband walked out to see it. They stood in front of the coop and talked for like 30 minutes and my rooster just strutted around in there and rolled in the dirt to dirt bathe. He ate some stuff, hopped on and off his roosting bar and was just hamming it up having someone out there to watch him. haha.
It was actually probably him being protective and if they had gone closer or inside, he would have gone into full on attack mode. lmao. Which I would have loved to see, my MIL being attacked by the 15 lb rooster. hahahaha. Oh god, I would have peed my pants.
Hopefully tomorrow will be the day to do Ellie's cage. I got a staple gun today(which is awesome) and the hardware cloth last week. So I'll keep my fingers crossed that my husband will help me with the door and I'll be able to do the rest! YAY! Ellie will get a cage back. haha. Not that she needs it.
My mom came over today to see my son. She goes into the kitchen and she's like "uhhh..wheres the rabbit?" I was like, 'shes in the kitchen.' my mom- "where's her cage?" me- 'its outside, I was sick of looking at it so I threw it out' her- "so where is RIGHT now? I don't see her" I then told her that she stays under the cabinet if she gets scared and she just looked at me like I was a crazy person because the rabbit just lives in my kitchen! I told her to f-off because the rabbit is better with the litter box than the freaking cats who are MEANT TO USE A LITTER BOX.
Okay, I'm so done now. Its time to drink some wine and eat some pizza and calm my nerves. haha.