One fewer cocky bastard

He was pretty, but he was a loudmouth and a bully, so he had to die.
Once too often he’d attacked me, and Heather, and Kenny.
So last night, while he slept, Heather crept in and broke his neck. It being too late and too dark to do much else with it, she left his carcass in [...]

Slings, arrows, cream pies, and molehills

1. My mom and sister live in Houston. My sister and her husband actually are visiting his family in England, so they missed all the fun.  (A couple years ago they were in England for Christmas, and it snowed in Houston. Maybe they should stay away from England.) Apparently a neighbor reports their house is [...]

Cooperation

The former goat stall isn’t working out well as chicken shelter, so we’re building a chicken coop:
It’s a Frankensteinian mix of new and experienced wood; the prospective tenants seem to think it’s OK so far. As new projects justify new tools, I bought a framing level. And, um, a compound miter saw. Also yesterday I [...]

Sixth, or, a home for the chickens

Flashback:
In 2003 Heather had two goat kids, living in a Rubbermaid shed they’d soon be able to kick to pieces. We were thinking it’d be nice to build a stall in the machine shed for them, but the machine shed was full of family crap. So we planned and started building a goat shed. We [...]

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