Discovered today that my dad can run circles around me while doing yard work. We trucked 650 pounds of ivy to the dump(our third trip this month); dad probably single handedly moved 620 of those pounds himself. Me? I'll settle for just being able to walk when I'm 60; not to mention lugging millions of pounds of ivy into the trailer. It makes me tired just thinking about it.
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Papa, you are a peach.
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We also made progress on both the chicken coop and run today. Chris is turning into quite the
builder. The chickens (currently free range, soon to be caged) are enthralled by the building process.
They are Chris' biggest fans. Oh no! A hammered thumb! Cluck, cluck, cluck! Poor guy! Coo, coo.
Here they are lined up on the cement foundation, keeping a beady eye on the progress of their chicken mansion.
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Bailey? Eh. Not so much. He has better things to do than watch his mortal enemies get a new casa. Like examining the back of his eyelids.
For the entire afternoon.
