Finally!

It was a boring old Friday when my parents told me that on the weekend we were going to build the hen house. I had been waiting for those words for over two weeks! The next day, we were up and outside at about eleven in the morning, dressed warmly from head to toe. My dad already had the frame made. We nailed the wood to the frame for the walls. My mom and I left for lunch and when we came back, the thing had been half covered in siding left over from our barn project a few summers before. After lunch we helped my dad some more. Everything was coming together and the promise of hens and maybe a rooster lay in our future. The next day, my dad went outside to work alone while my brother and I ate donuts on the bed. By the time we were done, everything was looking great. But my dad had run out of roofing. We had to split up and go to two different stores to buy what we needed. When we got home, the house was nearly done. Now we just needed to clear all of the tools out of the house and add some comfortable hay....
We went up to a far off city where we bought the best dog I have ever had to adopt our chickens. Well, we came home with a diaper box full of six hens and an un-sexed turkey named Butterball. Yikes, they were loud all the way home!