Coop painting and building additions

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The wee peeps moved outside with thirteen more scheduled to round out the herd this weekend. Gaia Girl set out to build an addition to Fort Seuss and ended with a mini-me of the same. Fantastic job! Mounted on the rear of the coop is one of the original windows to TaoSpring circa 1900. She successfully built a chicken terrarium where we can now charge admission for seeing the cute little buggers do what cute little buggers do. All for the price of a smile.
  I made a gallon of Cabot stain last year to match the color of TaoSpring. It sat in the basement all winter until the can began to rust, providing a little incentive to begin my staining. With Gaia Girl leading the way, I couldn't leave her masterpiece looking pretty all by it's lonesome. So yesterday, before today's monsoon moved in, I painted Fort Seuss with the help of ten mischievous and ultra curious chickens at my feet. They stood around commenting and picking and digging everywhere that I was trying to work. I didn't mind. They're better company than a lot of people I know!

But life is not all work and no play. I think we all work too much. All of our needs and some of our wants and we should all be content. With that in mind, I washed up my little Ghia and picked up my youngest daughter (now 26!!) and headed on over to a local cruise night.














And here I am standing next to the first car I ever owned - A Pontiac Lemans. My Lemans was black on black. A stealth bomber in her time. The stories I could tell! Now look at me! Hawaiian shirt from Salvo and a neatly shaved dome. And then the beard.... As someone recently said, I look like I'm in the witness protection program!

And in a way.... That is so true!

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