We’re one step closer to having our own little flock of hens in the garden. This weekend, our friend Mr H (sometimes affectionately referred to as ‘God’ in relation to all things DIY) built a lovely little hen house for us and then came around to help Mr G to build the enclosure on Sunday. It was a glorious day and Mr H’s son, A, who is JP’s best friend (they’ve known each other since they were bumps) came around and he and JP didn’t stand still all day other than to eat, pee or guard a goal. I was holding fort in the kitchen while the men did manly things like sawing timber and hammering nails into chicken wire. Lou Loo pottered around in the garden and came in for company every now and again. Our neighbour’s hens decided to see what all the commotion was about and spent a lot of time investigating the new enclosure and generally getting in the way.
On Monday (due to St Patrick’s Day on Tuesday, we were all off), JP, Lou Loo and I spent the morning painting the hen house. I have to admit to calling Mr G in after a while though to remove Lou Loo, as all she was really doing was dunking her brush into the paint and then creating a trail of big blobs on the ground on the way to the wood. She meant well, but it was getting a bit messy and I was heading towards a bad mood. Mr G took her inside and brought me a big mug of coffee. JP wandered off a little while later to play inside.
The air was still, the coffee was strong and hot and I was getting a job done in peace... not bad for a Monday morning.
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