N is for Night Laborers

So.  A lot has happened.  Here's a quick recap:

1)  We moved to the country.

2)  We decided we needed a garden and a chicken coop.

3)  Our land is very "roll-y" and covered in weeds and brush.

4)  David bought a bulldozer to clear the land.

5)  Clearing the land takes longer than one might expect.

6)  We spent all our monies on supplies to fence a garden and chicken coop.

7)  We could not put up the aforementioned fence because our land was not yet clear.

8)  On Saturday, David saw a listing on Craigslist for free chickens.  Getting good deals is what makes my husband's world go round.  He went and got 24 chickens, 1 rooster, 1 Tom turkey, and 2 hen turkeys.

9)  We did not have a fence.

10)  My husband is insane.

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So, we put all these birds into the chicken coop that my husband just finished this week and boarded up all the doors so they could not get out into the wild and be eaten by a great beast of some sort.

On Sunday, we got up early to start working on this fence . . . that we were not ready to build.  David started at 7:45am with putting in posts and pouring concrete.  I came out around 9am because the laundry pile was going to eat us if I did not conquer it.

Now.  David is an extremely hard worker.  He does not complain.  He does not get mad.  He does not quit.  He does not even break for lunch.

I am a good worker . . . in theory.  But I cannot do what he does.  I lack the muscles and general knowledge needed to properly fence a yard.  But I am willing, and he is patient, and therefore, we get it done.

And when I say "we," please understand that he basically did all the work and I can only deduce that my purpose is to serve as eye-candy.

Ha.

I have no idea how he does what he does everyday.  But have you ever used wire cutters?  Apparently I do not have the hand muscles required to properly cut wire.  My hands are sore and they are covered in cuts and scrapes from trying to pull the chicken wire tight enough against the fence posts.

David's hands are completely covered in callouses.  I think he must no longer feel pain in his hands.

We had to be in town at 1pm, so we had to quit early.  We only got about half the fence up before we had to go.  Because, remember?  We weren't supposed to get chickens this weekend.

We got home at 7:30pm and decided to try and finish the fence.  The boys had fallen asleep, so David, the girls, and I got right to work.  We finished in a little over an hour with the help of some headlights and a flashlight.

The girls had fun and were excited to find a few more eggs before bed.

Sweet Pea (blue jacket) is holding a turkey egg.  What does one do with a turkey egg?  Don't ask me.  I didn't know I was raising turkeys.

I suppose it was probably supposed to stay under its mother's feathered hiney.  Oops.

Since the girls were such hard workers, we let them stay up and watch a little TV.  We made popcorn and ice cream and watched The Waltons.  And, yes, I will admit.  I enjoy me some Waltons.  Apparently this is what happens when one moves to the country and homeschools.

The girls went to bed, but Daisy Mae came up crying, saying she heard a noise.  David checked things out and found nothing.  Then she came up again.  This time I went down and told her I heard nothing, but it was a LIE, because there was TOTALLY something making noise and I knew not what it was.  So I went and got David and we did some investigating and it turns out there is something living in the wall!

The wall!?!  Why do these things happen to me?

So, she came and slept on the couch because she was too freaked out, but now I have to worry about what sort of colony is living in my walls.

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The chickens came out and enjoyed their new backyard this morning.

And because this is the luck I have, there is a dead chicken in the driveway, eaten by some sort of animal.

This is a problem.

I have to go past this dead chicken in order to get Handsome Dude to and from preschool today.  And there is NO WAY I am moving a dead chicken body, I can tell you that right now.

I think my husband needs to quit his job so he can take care of all this nonsense.  I wash my hands of it.

So, now, dear readers.

1)  What should I do with the turkey eggs?

2)  Did you know that none of the eggs are white?  They are like blue and green.

3)  Can I make a craft out of the pretty eggs?

4)  Does anyone want to come and move a chicken body for me?  I have a flannel shirt you can wear, if that sweetens the deal for you.

5)  These eggs are fertilized and I am scared to crack them open.

6)  There appears to be poo-poo on the eggs.  The eggs at the grocery store don't have poo-poo on them.

7)  Have you ever had a creature living in your walls?  What can one do in a situation like this?

Country life is fun.