Chicken Tractor: More Progress
Last week I mentioned that I’ve been making weekly modifications to the Nugget Cage to keep up with how big they are getting. When I
Last week I mentioned that I’ve been making weekly modifications to the Nugget Cage to keep up with how big they are getting. When I
I know, I know, I used to spend all my time talking about paint chips and sawdust and now it’s all donkeys and chickens and
Before we begin this riveting tale, let me paint a picture of the current state of my hands: The best that can be said is
Back when I had a crazy moment and decided to adopt my boys it was essentially the middle of winter and I had a.) a
There is something a little mysterious about settling into a home that people lived in a century before you were born. You catch glimpses of
Last year I found out that Liberty house is a specific combination of a lot of effing property and a lot of effing buildings that
It’s no secret around here that I collect power tools the way old ladies cats. In fact, I may or may not have added a
Raised garden beds weren’t the only harbringers of sawdust in the shop this weekend. I finally did what I’ve been threatening to do for the
Well, well, look what magically appeared in my yard this weekend… By “magically appeared” I mean “were brought into existence by the blood, sweat, and
I think I need to take a minute here to ponder the twists and turns in my life that brought me to the point in
As it turns out, even if I spend seventy-two hours laid up in bed, mostly incoherent, my brain still doesn’t stop thinking about building things.
No joke, the last few weeks have been a little gray around the farm– both literally and figuratively– but relief from the Plague that took
So here’s a lesson I learned in the last week: I am never going out in public again without a five-gallon bucket of hand-sanitizer and
I'm not interested in a mediocre life. I'm here to kick ass or die.
Back in 2004 I started writing about my adventures in fixing up houses on the internet. A lot of things have changed since then, with me, with my houses, and with the internet. These days I am basically a cranky old man trapped in a slightly less old woman’s body. The internet has changed and I am staunchly refusing to change with it. You won’t find any algorithms here, or feeds, or ads, or social media. Just good old-fashioned stories about a woman drinking beer and building shit, and living an unexpected life.
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