Today was Mom’s day to get started on her spring project which, Turing help us, is chickens. I guess Mom misses being a spring chicken herself (ooh, I’ll pay for that if Mom ever reads this).
Mom took all the kids out for her shopping expidition while I went out to the family farm for a scheduled rocket launch which ended up cancelled. When I returned the back yard had piles of wood along with some sawhorses and a child slaving awaty joyously working alongside Mom.
Mom’s design is some sort of sled (called a “chicken coop tractor”) that she can make her husband and kids drag around the yard when needful. Outdoor furniture — I can’t wait.
