Okay, that didn’t go well…

Today’s project was supposed to be converting the Lair’s chicken yard into a more practical dog kennel.

Seemed simple enough. Finish cleaning out the deep litter. Take the top off the coop, take the coop off those tall pedestals, turn it around, remove the end door, put it on shorter blocks, clean it up, put the top back on and generally turn it into a dog house.

Then shorten the whole yard by four feet, which will still be plenty for temporary Corgi shelter but will stop interfering with the new back stairs. That was supposed to be the hard part.

Shortening the yard means re-thinking the whole top cover, but that really ought to be the easy part. A shortened yard means the new section of camo netting, which currently only covers half the yard, will go further. I thought I’d entirely discard the old camo netting, since the small part of the kennel it will still cover doesn’t get much direct sunlight and anyway the shade fabric is completely done. But actually I think I’ll retain the actual net, which is still in usable condition and I’m not completely certain a Corgi-size dog doesn’t need to worry about raptors.

But I never got that far anyway before totally running out of steam…

…because I forgot how stupid heavy that chicken coop is. I got it turned around and up on blocks – finally – but other than some easy preliminary work that’s all I got done this morning. I quit almost half an hour ago and I’m still panting and in a muck sweat, and in no mood at all to wrestle with third-hand chain link fencing. And the coop needs some minor repair before I put the top back on. Maybe I’ll do that later today, but the fencing will need to wait.

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9 Responses to Okay, that didn’t go well…

  1. coloradohermit says:

    When are you expecting your new roomie?

  2. Joel says:

    A week from tomorrow, give or take a day.

  3. Ben says:

    Don’t beat yourself up. You made a fine start on the project.

  4. Zelda says:

    No more chickens. How sad. They provided so much fun and so many stories.

  5. Mark Matis says:

    Yeah, Zelda, but my bet is that Laddie the Highly Intolerant will put them all to shame!

  6. Tennessee Budd says:

    Joel, I’d say good call on both counts. I’ve seen Tennessee hawks take surprisingly big prey.
    On the other, it took me a long time, but I finally learned to accept that sometimes it’s better to take a bit longer, when I know I could force myself to bull on through a job, & then be crippled up (more than usual) afterwards.
    At times, I’m surprised to find that I’m actually not in my twenties, or even thirties or forties, anymore, but things to remind me tend to appear to confirm the fact, with alarming frequency.

  7. Klaus says:

    Why does that poor guy with all he’s been through,get to live in an old chicken coop/run? Has he been an outdoor kennel dog? Being a Corgi he will surely be interested in your local bovine population. My wife and I rescue and sometime foster and a few times have adopted hunting dogs,mostly GSPs but some others. Just curious about the fit. There are so many dogs out there that just need a home,to be part of the pack. Sorry for the rant

  8. Joel says:

    He’s not going to live in the kennel. He’s going to live in the cabin with me. Might turn out we rarely use the kennel at all. But he’s a smallish dog, I don’t know how often he has to pee, and once in a while I have to go away for more than a couple of hours. Toward the end there I was wishing I had a kennel for LB. Now that the chickens are gone I can remedy that.

  9. Joel says:

    Zelda, I gradually noticed that the chickens at the Lair were producing a lot more amusing stories than the ones at the Big Chickenhouse were. Also more violence and general pathology, and fewer eggs per bird. I originally had two flocks for redundancy because I expected to be outsmarted by a predator at some point but it never happened. So since the big flock consistently did better than the small one, I decided I only needed one big flock.

To the stake with the heretic!