Nicole and I went to the store for Gluten free stuff to
finish filling 2 packages I just sent to my parents. Being at the post
office today was like being in a Carol Burnet sketch. Tim Conway was the
incompetent post man. It literally took an hour to send those two
packages. It's not like there was a line, we were the only
customers. And I kept saying my daughter was coming on the bus, my
disabled daughter is coming on the bus I need to hurry. Finally I sent
Nicole home with the car, I finished with the incompetent postman. Sadly
I think he may have dementia. Perhaps he needs to retire. I was ok,
as long as Jessica had someone at home to greet her. I do hope these packages
actually make it to America. They seem to be losing packages. I
don't even have tracking numbers, he was unable to manage that. I just
hope for the best!
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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