I stayed up until 2am scanning old photo’s of my good friends mom. She passed away last week. The funeral is on Friday. It’s sobering to see the photo’s of one persons life. You can see from the photo’s how fast a life can pass. In one photo she was a school girl (during the war), and then she is grown, married for 50 years, a grandmother. She reminds me so much of my dad and my grandmother. She had a love for her garden and she made dolls. I think it is impossible to measure a persons life by a few photographs. In fact none of us can begin to imagine our real worth. Only God knows how priceless we really are. The world tells us this is not true, but one day we will see clearly how beautiful we are in His sight.
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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