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 two of them. Both gone too soon.

And they would have marveled at how I pulled so many odd things together in one structure. They especially would appreciate the location of my found object art.

It doesn’t really fit with anything else around you.

Neither do I Dad.

I know. It’s so you. It’s perfect.

Everyone should see my new chicken coop.

Check out this instagram video thingie here.

The key to a good chicken coop is to only use what you have.

Take two days.

And start rolling dirty joints from your thirty dollar ounce.

Don’t leave the yard for anything.

I used over three hundred zip ties in the process of chicken coop building.

It’s just a temporary structure. It’s just for now. The sun will break these zip ties in less than a year. That’s it! In less than a year it all starts falling apart.

My inner critic is writing fucking poetry as I’m making this chicken habitat.

But the compliment from my wife?

I can only hope that the rest of my work receives such praise:

It looks as though it was started by a child who then got help from a highly skilled adult who just worked with what was there and cleaned it up a bit.

You’ve gotta check out my chicken coop.