We put a new roof on the chicken coop yesterday. The existing roof wasn't that old, but it didn't have enough overhang to protect the joists, and as a result damp was seeping through to the interior of the coop. Not good for our chickies.
As usual, it wasn't as simple as putting on the metal roofing panels. First we had to play lumberjack, and cut down the junky alders that were growing right up against the back of the coop. Which meant a trip to the chain saw store to get our blade sharpened. And we had to special order the roofing panels because we needed an odd size. But this morning we got to it, and it only took a couple of hours. We love metal roofing.
Plus, we had help. The chickens were cheering us on from ground-level and, as you can see, one even climbed the ladder to offer her help. What a nice chickie-chickie.
Or maybe she was just lodging a complaint about all the noise interfering with her laying...
Then in the afternoon I was part of the host choir for a sing-along performance of the Messiah. There is something holy (and I say that as a non-religious person) about people singing together - and what gorgeous music to be singing.
So it was a perfect day, one that feels symbolic of my new life: new roof on the coop in the morning, singing the Messiah in the afternoon. How lucky can one person be?