Avian Paradise

I still don't have any chickens, but that's only because I have no place to house them yet. When my students were here a few weeks ago they tore down the existing coops because they were, well, shit houses. The dude that farmed chickens here before us left an unbelievable mess behind, and its no wonder all his chickens got diseases and died. More likely they decided drinking the cool-aid had to be better than this cussing life and offed themselves in an overwhelming show of massive avian solidarity. At least, that's what I choose to believe.
Anywho, I wanted to pay tribute to my amazing helpers (Conner, James and Rae) by showing the before and after photos of what is now a two-duck resort, but what will shortly be a mecca for birds everywhere (but probably just for the two ducks and the five chickens). And actually, now that the ducks are pretty much full-grown, we've realized that we have been raising and housing illegal Mallards (thanks a lot Brianna and Magali!). And word on the street is that they will up and fly south for the winter. As a matter of fact, just this week I've noticed the smaller of the two sneaking behind the oak tree to try out her newly filled-out wings. I just can't shake the feeling they're planning something. And to think of all I've done for them.



The two buildings on the left were the existing coops. Everywhere you see plants, there are also deep holes for some strange reason.




Close up of the chaos

This does not even BEGIN to do the amount of shit in the coops justice.





Coops gone, plants pulled, holes filled. All in 100 plus degrees. Bravo, gang.