EVERYONE SHOULD SEE MY NEW CHICKEN COOP

today's foolsletter was delayed by cooped up creativity that was uncooped then recooped all within forty eight hours

I’VE BEEN ON A CHICKEN MARATHON NO I HAVEN’T STARTED BACK ON THE ADHD PILLS I’M JUST A HAPPY AND PROUD CHICKEN DAD WITH A MAGICAL NEW COOP

It looks like a kid built it - at first - it was as though they guided the whole process, but then a skilled adult stepped in and pulled everything together.

The ladies have a new home.

Gandalf called it hobbit-like and speculated about my neighbours.

My dad noticed that I found a way to include a little bit of everything. The car tire - they’re drinking out of that? And that’s planned too?

He took pictures.

My dad never takes pictures.

I’m not going to start guessing who he’ll show them to. He, and many in my town, believe that my neighbourhood has some uppity pretenses.

I’d tend to agree.

The fire fighters loved taking the piss out of the management types who pranced around these parts.

He told me that his departed buddies Bernie and Bob would have been proud.

Berine and Bob were the greatest. They were his best buddies at work. They were jokers, the tw…