The henhouse has a roof now, sort of. I'm actually a very good builder. I've drawn up plans and built many things and they've come out wonderfully. This is not one of those times. The panels are severely warped and some of the screw I tried to use just stripped out right away and some even broke. Nik has named the poor thing Frankenstein's Cottage. And so it is. But the end result will still work and will do it's job quite well, I'm sure of it :)
Now if I can just figure out how to straighten the roof panel. The main problem there is that the only place to put the ladder is on slanted ground. I knew that and was prepared, Nik could hold the ladder while I climb up, but that won't work now because I need Nik to be on the step ladder inside and help me wrangle the whole thing straight so I can get a few screws in. I'll figure something out.
For the last several days we've gotten at least 3 eggs a day and once got 6 ! I'm sooo happy. The egg cartons are like treasure chests being filled with precious pearls. I'm not positive which chickens are laying white but I'm thinking it must be the Reds. I'm positive the Rocks lay brown and I know for sure the Aracuanas lay green. I chose the Buffs after much research because they lay brown and are good for meat (not that we'll eat them ... yet) The only ones I'm not sure of are the Reds. Anyway, I find I don't care at all. The eggs are beautiful no matter the color and when the greens start to lay we'll have cartons of rainbows :)
Oddly I'm almost as excited to soon be able to give them to our neighbors again as I am to have them for us.
Today we'll have BBQ burgers on bakery bread with baked potatoes and corn. Baked apples for desert.
Nik hasn't Trick or Treated since he was around 10 years old. I feel very abandoned by the thought and have visions of myself with a bag on my head (to protect Nik's identity) dragging myself along the sidewalks from house to house, writhing and begging for candies.
We still have Samhain feast each year with our beloved folk who aren't in shell bodies. But now instead of forcing my poor son to beg for candies in a disguise, we buy a bunch and watch Ghost Hunters. I do indeed love it but I miss all those beautiful little candies that all the people give and their finely decorated houses and all the costumed kids running amuck from yard to yard. What I don't miss are the very scary and horrible things, Samhain should never be about fear or horror, only remembering, joy, feasting and mystery.
I hope everyone's day is most excellent!