A day or so ago, I wrote on Facebook that I was not the artist my sisters and brother are. I don't sew, or do needle work or painting. I didn't say I was not creative, just not as creative as they are (it is a matter of degree). And believe that statement is true. But I'm home with this bad cold. And I had these dried flowers I've been meaning to do something with. So with the help of a hot glue gun I made this wreath. I grew the flowers and dried them myself. I love how it turned out. And it smells like lavender. And the good thing is it can stay up all year long, not just for Christmas.
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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I just got back from Phoenix last night, for now I will say it was a very blessed trip. More later. Thanks to you ansd Jurgen. Love you.