I built that coop almost all by myself. R showed me some power tool tips and cut some left over house-siding to make the roof. The slope of the roof matches the house. We need to chock the wheels; the coop rolled through the fence in the last thunderstorm. Good thing it was empty, that would have been quite a poultry ride. Chickens coming soon. They have a big job to do, scratching up the new garden area and contributing to the compost.
The new deer fence is holding on the main orchard, so far. The trees have responded to slightly cooler temperatures and the onset of monsoons by putting out lots of fresh leaves.They just might make it yet-the resiliency of life in general astounds me. We fenced the stone fruit orchard/garden/chicken yard with a cheaper, t-post and 5′ livestock panel solution. Five feet isn’t enough, so we reinforced it with prayer flags. It’s working. Lots of this is working on a hope and a prayer right now.
P.S. “Mates, we’m protected!” is what a sailor shouts to his friends when he finds out that Captain Jack Aubrey has a Royal Naval document that prevents the impressment of his crew. (The Letter of Marque by Patrick O’Brian).
P.S.S. No sign of the baby hummer. He spent the entire second day on the porch, then insisted on roosting in a currant hedge right before a big rainstorm. If he made it through the night, he’s not come back. We can’t protect everybody, not with fences, not even with hopes and prayers.