A couple of years back, Paul built a chicken house.
After suffering several losses from dogs and other area animals, he made what we call the “chicken mansion”. When he first started construction, there were lots of giggles about how someone could actually live in that house.
No more laughing.
A storm blew through our state last night. The wind was so loud I was having trouble sleeping.
This morning, when we woke for the day, we found this:
I’m thankful today not one chicken was hurt.
I’m thankful we don’t have a board out of place (though we will probably have fun trying to figure out how to cut it off the chicken house).
I’m *VERY* thankful that tree didn’t fall over on our home!!