I have only begun to cry about Juergen's mom. Juergen is home so I finally feel at liberty to relax & not be the brave on call parent. It occurred to me I've been slowly losing Waltraud for years. I've felt this loss for years. She could not handle the noise and stress of our boys, so Juergen would visit and I would babysit. I've missed her so much. She was battling her sickness. I could not get angry about this. I did feel the loss. Thomas did not know her. He had hardly seen her in the past 4 years. She was sick. It was a deep loss to me. Only if you had known her could you know how brave, wise and gracious she was. She was Juergens mom, but she was my friend. We would spend hours talking about deep things in her kitchen. I would pick her brain. She always had wisdom. I had learned so much, but there was so much more I could have learned. She raised two boys. She raised 2 foster children. She was a leader in the church. She was a friend to broken people. She could have taught me so much more. I needed her. But I've been losing her for years.
Why not start with an IBC and cut a hole for the door? You could build closed laying boxes into it, and something for the chickens to roost on. Put some straw or saw dust on the floor. You could add vents to the side for air. If it sat inside a chicken run that you can walk into, the chickens could be safe, dry and happy. I have an extra IBC. Maybe this could be my chicken house? I bet I could even plant the outside of it with mud and grass for extra insulation and good looks.
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