Do you remember the song from the musical "Sound of music"? Rain drops on roses....I simply remember my favorite things and then I don't feel so bad. This morning the Dr came to interview us, and to evaluate Jessica. She was a very nice Dr. The whole thing went pretty smooth. Juergen had made breakfast before the meeting, and gave me flowers. Philip remembered my birthday. Thomas was so disappointed he wasn't going to toys r us today (he and Philip got into trouble yesterday), he still hasn't said happy birthday. I can not win with him. He is only 12 years old. He breaks my heart some times. I guess the whole world is all about him. That hurts me but maybe he will out grow this selfishness. Anyway, after the Dr left, Juergen went to work. I felt like crawling in a corner to cry. 15 minutes later a very good friend shows up with flowers. I cried when I saw her. God knew what I needed…grace wrapped up in one very thoughtful friend! She stayed a long while. We ended up taking the kids out to Thai food (one of my favorite things). Now I'm home reading the dozen or so emails. Birthday wishes from my far away friends. We had to tell the Dr our whole journey with Jessica (the long history of tests, evaluation and treatment). Its been a long hard road. Not the sort of stuff that makes me want to celebrate. But the Dr was very kind and affirming. I love you all. Thank you for your kind thoughts. Today I am 48 years old. My life is very rich and full. Today was a little hard...but I'm OK. It will be ok.
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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