It's warm outside.
And I'm installing a chicken fence.
Let's keep in mind that there are 14 angry hens heckling me on, looking at me through the screen of their coop window, and cackling, wildly.
They're pretty ticked off.
The one moment of silence so far? When the first fence panel got moved. It was like, in their little, less-than-a-size-of-a-pea brains, they were thinking "damn, what IS she doing?!"
And now, the heckling has continued.
And I'm inside for a quick break, as my beloved drill has pretty much just bitten the dust, and I'm trying to figure out how to finish this fence WITHOUT A DRILL.
Dagnabbit. Back to those bitter hens I go.
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