There's no way I'll be able to pick up 5 laying hens on Sunday morning.
Here's what the chicken coop looks like just 10 minutes ago. Yeah, I'm going to put it together, figure out how to make this playhouse into a chicken coop, design nesting boxes, buy the materials, do the carpentry work that will protect the hens from, a) the cold, b) the dogs and c) from being blown away.
And oh yeah. It's 10 degrees outside right now and the wind is blowing so hard that the house is shaking. The cold snap hasn't even started yet. This weekend is going to be the coldest weekend of the season. Never mind that it's going to be in the single digits while I try to do carpentry work outside, but every time I need something from the shed, I'll have to crawl through a little hole in the wall to get it because the door doesn't open.
Then, I'm going to figure out what I need to buy to feed and water the little things. Both the equipment and the actual food, scratch, grit and whatever else. Then I'm going to find out where I can buy it. Then I'm going to go buy it.
Oh, and by the way, I have a job I have to be at all day tomorrow and plans I don't want to cancel for much of Saturday.
I'm going to call the owner, talk to him and see if he can hold the hens for a week. I'm not sure I can do all this stuff even if I had another week, much less trying to do it in 2 days. If he'll work with me, great. If not, I'm going to pass on these hens. Period.
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