“Life is not a journey to the grave with intentions of arriving safely in a pretty well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming ... WOW! What a ride!”
So after looking at many DYI chicken feeders we settled on this one. It's made from 4 inch PVC pipe, cap and elbow joins. The idea is that it will cut down on wasted feed. And that my hens won't run out of feed. I had a half a 5 gallon pail of feed and it only half filled the pipe. Now there'll be no excuse for no eggs, right?!
I wouldn't leave it behind. I couldn't. There were still too many swings to be swung, Many more slides to be slid. It HAD to journey with us to the Cheese Land. Himself was distraught, "Have you seen the monstrosity? How shall it ever fit? It can't be done!" But fit it did, in pieces. Oh so many pieces that I despaired it should never be rebuilt. But it was resurrected! And now it sits beneath the grand walnut tree. Aye, even it has been swung & slid, with much joy, here in our new land!
So many men & women contributed to the success of this mission... Ed, Mark, Nancy, Tom, Rocco, Steve, (another) Tom, Todd, and Granpapa. And Himself who wouldn't disappoint. My sincere gratitude for the future hours of play for my children.