But to no avail. Millions of times I have slyly slipped the thought of building a new chicken coop into the conversation but all I get is "NO. We're never getting anymore chickens," or " We'll just wait for this one to fall down," or "|What is with you and chicken coops?"
Oh why can't they see the wonder and joy that comes with having chickens. When I look at our old chicken coop all I see is a prison. A dirty, smelly, poop-brown prison.
With just a drill, some lumber and a sunny day I could build a chicken sanctuary but no. "We'll just wait for the old one to fall down." What if there are chickens inside it dad? "They're just chickens." he says to me while eating lunch.
It'll happen! There will be lumber...tonight! ( There will be blood tonight --the princess bride.)
2 comments:
I thought you meant they asked you to wait until the chicken falls down dead...hahaha
I don't understand your chicken thing either. But I'm willing to broker some chicken for you... As for a coop you should think about enlisting an aspiring young Eagle Scout!
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