Dear Friends,
Greetings from the Ozarks! I hope this finds you well.
The oak trees in our area have been getting diseases and dying. We had what looked like a nice healthy tree in our goat pen when we first moved in, under we were going to build a goat barn. Thank goodness we did not, because I noticed a few years ago that it was dying. It rotted quickly and I knew it was not going to be good when it fell.
One of the large trunks fell a while ago, crushing some of the fencing between the goat and chicken pen. Then this week, I had just gotten home from work and was washing the dishes when I heard a loud crash. Evangeline saw it from the upstairs window, and we both ran outside, fearing for the worst. Mercifully, the chickens were all still out in the yard, except for one hen that was broody in the nest box.
The nest box was completely destroyed, and the hen escaped with quite a few feathers torn off her breast and what looks like a dislocated jaw, but she seems to be doing all right. This chicken coop was the first one we built (with the grateful help of a few friends), and so was given the name "the old coop." Thankfully we do have other coops the chickens can sleep in until we can get it rebuilt.
We'll be heading to the building supply center soon for new lumber to replace the nest box, and sheet metal to replace the roof. The only dilemma will be, what do we call the "old coop" now? :)
Love,
Marqueta
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