We loaded them early, in the rain.
Mills ready to roll. He drove so I could write. Thanks, man.
You can never have too many coolers.
Back home, ready to cut and package. Mills with helper. You could call this photo Establishing the Source of Chicken Soup.
The wind is still freight-training, so I’m not sayin’ we’re in the clear, but I did wake up three times last night to peer out of the window to see if the chicken coop (which is mounted on the running gear from an old haywagon) was still upright, and it was, and is now in the daylight. I was worried, because when I was in there at dusk, she was just a-rockin’. It was parked broadside to the wind and the rain had left the ground too soupy to move it. So, as the blurry rain-whipped cellphone photo below demonstrates, I took measures…
That’s a ground anchor, a boomer, and the chain from my deer-skinner.
Once upon a time I wrote a book about (among other things) building a chicken coop:
Now we have a new project in the works…
Some time ago when metrosexuals were all the rage I did a story that never got published. The premise involved a magazine having me fly pretty much straight from 10 days of northern Wisconsin deer hunting – windburned, stubbled, and with dried deer blood under my nails – to an extremely high-tone New York City hotel, where I then spent two or three days being scrubbed, trimmed, and toned. I did it all – manicure (two, actually — the deer blood, y’know), pedicure, straight razor shave with warm shaving cream, several different facials, an $80 dollar haircut (nice enough fellow, lots of rapid snipping, but when it was over I gotta say you couldn’t tell it from the ol’ DIY electric clippers buzz cut), eyebrow “shaping” (think of being attacked in the eyebrow region by a rabid woodpecker — lots of tears, but when it was over, for the first time in my life I had two eyebrows) (lasted for about a week).
Anyways. I am off track. Point is, as part of the story the magazine had me stay at a hotel that was over the top tony. That experience was a whole ‘nother story for some other time. I bring it up for this post only to ask, do you think a place with “Frederic Fekkai signature bath amenities” and “Frette linens” and “Fully Equipped Deluxe Poggen Pohl Kitchens in every Suite“ (I got the Fekkai and the Frette, but sadly did not stay in a suite, so no Poggen Pohl) ever reckoned a sheet from one of their bedside notepads would make a trip to Farm & Fleet?
It was so windy outside that the poor reporter who came to write this story wound up having to interview me inside the granary. We each sat on a piece of firewood. She was not the sort of person to complain. The photographs are fun. Don’t let the smile fool ya, I don’t much care for them two roosters. Anyways, here’s the link.
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