I'm waiting for the last load of laundry to dry. I'm packed and will fly to Seattle in the morning. I rent a car and drive directly to Oregon to say goodbye to my dad. My mom says he is holding on to see me. No pressure. My phone does not work in America, so I have no idea if I’ll make it in time. Philip will be traveling with me to keep me awake. I think we will stop and eat sugar. Pie and ice cream, milk shakes. It really does not matter. I try not to eat a lot of sugar these days, but this is not a day to do without chocolate. I could use prayer. I am starting to fall apart. I cannot stop crying. I have tried to hold it together, but it is not working anymore. At least I don’t need to fly the airplane. I need Gods help and grace.
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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