Started the day making a half rhubarb half cherry clafouti. Fortunately I am the only one in the house who likes custardish desserts so it was all mine. I just polished it off 36 hours later. What? It was mostly eggs and milk. Healthy stuff!
Meanwhile, outside, Biscuit was making mud soup. I forgot how enjoyable it seems to play in some good, sticky mud. The hose kept her entertained so I could work (at work, work, blech) and Mr. H could work on the coop.
See that little ramp and the (closed) door on the left? That's the connection between the fully enclosed coop and nest boxes and perches (on the left) and the chicken wire enclosed outdoor, food area on the right. What to hear something funny? Mr. H installed a self closing door mechanism on the gate into the run area (because he's all McGyver like that) and, yes, I just locked myself into the run this evening. Mr. H was asleep so I had to slide through this little chicken door and into the coop where I could exit through the (fortunately unlocked) door. Just tonight I was explaining how easy it would be (for an idiot) to lock themselves into the run and wouldn't it be funny to lock your spouse or kid in there? HA HA! Time for a piece of string on the gate latch.
So, after admitting my stupidity, let's close with a shot of Mr. H with Amy, his very favorite chicken. For a guy who really, REALLY didn't want chickens (he got a BOAT in trade through our negotiations) he has really taken to these birds.
Hope you had a great weekend and a Monday that didn't involve locking yourself into your own chicken run.