Chicken Coop Progress 2

Below are some photos depicting the evolution of the chicken coop: (If you follow me on Facebook, you might have seen some of these, but some are new.)

Green roof foundation

I scored some rubber roofing from a school re-roofing project. Here it is installed on the coop roof.

green roof dirt spreading

Nikole spreads dirt on the green roof.

Edward raking the green roof

Edward Luke enjoyed spreading the dirt on the green roof. All the kids enjoyed having an excuse to get on the roof.

Nikole planting into the green roof

My beautiful wife plants sedums into the green roof. I am really glad she wanted to do this step (No power tools).

After this something very motivational happened. My wife set a due date. We are going to get the chickens on Saturday, August 11. Skip the details and get the coop ready for inhabitants by the 11th! Coop construction took on a new, accelerated pace. No trim! Just utility.

First I needed to attach a chicken run to the side of the hen house. I spent a lot of time wondering where to attach it in relation to the fascia and roof line. I knew the world would  judge me on the placement of the run.

Helen by chicken coop

After much contemplation, the chicken run appears next to the hen house.

Nikole stapling chicken wire

It is always inspiring with the boss rolls up her sleeves and gets her hands dirty. Nikole took it upon herself to staple chicken wire into the most difficult places in the hen house ventilation system. (Look at those pipes!)

Grandpa Hale making a chicken ramp

Everyone was pressed into service during the final push. Here my father makes the ramp into the hen house. Lydia is checking to see that the steps are evenly spaced.

Grandpa Hale with finished ramp

My dad displays the chicken ramp after is has passed inspection.

On the day before the chickens arrived I needed to make nesting boxes. I told my wife I did not want to start from scratch because if would take me all day. I wanted to find something that I could repurpose into a nesting box. I found a chest of drawers in a neighbor’s trash and determined that, with a few alterations, I could make it into nesting boxes in no time. So, after working on them for about eight hours, I had fashioned the nesting boxes you see below. I hope the hens appreciate all the time I am putting into this!

Nest boxes made from a chest of drawers

After a full day of working on them, the nesting boxes are almost done. Do you dig the drawer fronts?

Helen making a chicken ramp

The very morning of the chicken acquisition, Helen made a ramp to help the hens get onto the roost poles inside the hen house. (Hurry, Helen, the chickens are coming!)

Your author installing the door latch

The very last step -- just before we jumped into the van to head to the farm, I attached a makeshift door latch to hold the hen house door closed. (Picture my wife in the van tapping her foot impatiently.)

After the final push, we sighed and got in the van to drive to the farm and pick up our chickens. In my next post I will tell you how the young ladies are adapting to their new house.

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Chicken Coop Progress

The Hales have received City Council approval to own chickens and have begun building a coop that would withstand a hurricane. Below are some photos of the building project.

Jarrod with kids

My neighbor, Jarrod, is the real brains behind this operation. Here he employs some sub-contractors to stress test the floor of the hen house.

Ed with big saw

No big deal. Just me and "my" Dewalt circular saw looking manly.

Ed cutting the chicken door

Cutting the chicken door the way Jarrod taught me. The amazing part is that I measured it correctly and the hole was indeed between the studs. That was the first time I measured anything correctly.

Photo by Bethany

Photo by Bethany Jane Hale (4 years old). I am saying, "Bethany, you have to aim this thing at my face." And, yes, I do customarily hang out with a tape measure clipped to my pocket.

Claire on coop roof

Roofing in the noon day heat. I make Claire do all the hot jobs while I sip lemonade in the shade and take photos.

ed with door

The 50 pound, hand crafted, door with 3/4 inch, rough sawn oak veneer.

Helen behind new chicken door

The door installed, and it actually swings closed! Helen is testing to see if any chickens could escape the oaken fortress.

Ed and Helen by coop

Can't you just hear me saying, "Wait, wait until I pick up some manly hardware before you take the photo!"

I estimate only about three more months of coop crafting before the project is complete. Ugh!

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Another Reason to Hate Squirrels

Squirrel stealing seeds

Artist's rendering of the alleged crime scene.

Yesterday, Helen, Lydia and I planted sunflower seeds in little starter containers because none of the sunflower seeds we planted in the ground ever came up. I left the little containers on our picnic table to germinate and turn into big, healthy sunflower sprouts.

This morning, I found the little containers on their sides, dirt spread around, and sunflower seed shells strewn about. I did not witness the crime, but I knew right away who was responsible. Squirrels are such jerks!

As if that were not bad enough…

Once, last year I had another negative squirrel experience. We often had several monarch chrysalises hanging from a stick in our house. One morning, a butterfly emerged and was hanging from the stick drying his wings. I put the jar holding the stick out on our picnic table so the butterfly could fly away whenever he was ready. But, before, the innocent butterfly could take his first flight, a squirrel came along and ate the butterfly and two chrysalises! There is no question who committed the crime, as my children caught the culprit in the act.

Squirrel eating a butterfly

Carniverous rodent of death.

Now this is a family blog, so I cannot discuss the thoughts that went through my mind when, on my returning home from work, I learned of the crime. I will just say I know now why old men work so hard to keep squirrels out of their bird feeders (and some trap squirrels in live traps and deport them to parts unknown). I am becoming such an old man.

skewered squirrel

Proposed consequence for eating butterflies.

Note: The killing of squirrels is not condoned by this blog or its authors. However fantasizing about killing squirrels is encouraged as a great reliever of stress.

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Frozen March Bike Ride

I need an excuse to publish this beautiful drawing of Ruthie and me riding on our tandem (something that has never happened and won’t until Ruthie is over five feet tall) so I will bore you with a story about our frozen Saturday bike ride.

Drawing by Ruthie of ruth dad tandem

Ruthie: "It's Me and Dad on the tandem. I'm smiling because I love riding on the tandem for the first time. You're smiling because it's such a beautiful day."

Saturday dawned gray and cold. We planned the ride the night before, and though it was 41 degrees when we left, my wife would not let us back out. We had planned a Saturday activity and we would have a Saturday activity. For me, it was the least of many evils. If I had not taken her and the family on a freezing ride, she might have made me paint the trim, or remodel the basement. I would rather risk hypothermia on a bicycle than work… with tools.

Kids at Riverside Park

Young Cyclists taking a break at Riverside Park. My kids, a couple neighbor kids and two statues. (Not pictured: Lydia and Nikole and your author)

This next image has nothing to do with our ride, but it is very cute and must be shared with the world.

Ruthie drawing of her and Daisy

Ruthie: "That's me in high heels, and I'm walking Daisy around the block with Mom's earrings."

Thanks for checking in. May your bike rides be warm and your high heels be comfortable.

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Happy Valentine’s Day from the Hales!

Strange kids acting strange.

Happy Valentines day from the Hales! Oh wait, it's March. (Can you find the baby in this picture?)

Our life is so milk toast, I am grasping at something to blog about. Since there ain’t nothing going on here, I will try to fabricate something interesting. (I threw the “ain’t” in for scholarly Helen’s benefit.)

Drawing by Ruthie of Mom and Dad

This photo shows Nikole and me getting married. (Photo by Ruthie)

On or about March 2, my wife and I celebrated the 16th anniversary of our marriage. To celebrate the event, my wife and I went out for breakfast. Yes, breakfast — the least expensive meal to eat out. I wanted to go to the Freight House for really expensive, tiny steaks, but she wanted to be frugal.

About two weeks later, my wife threw frugality out the window and forced me to take her to a bed and breakfast for two nights. (Her wonderful, retired, parents watched our unruly kids while we were away. Afterwards, they both made plans to re-enter the workforce thereby cementing an excuse the next time we need them for mid-week childcare.)

The Moon Dance Inn

We went to a beautiful bed and breakfast in Red Wing, Minnesota called the Moon Dance Inn. It is a great place to stay as long as you don't mind absentmindedly humming a '70s song by Van Morrisson for two straight days.

bikes in minivan

It has been 14 years since the back of our minivan has looked like this on a trip. Check it out -- Two bikes, a couple bags and lots of space! Usually, this space would be filled to the ceiling with portable playpens, diapers and various other kid supportive materials.

Nikole and Ed biking

The craziest thing we did on our trip was to take a bike ride together without children. (My wife is training for a Row, Run, Ride race and she needed me take her on a 15-mile ride.) It was very fun.

Nikole Running

My wife also went on an early morning run. Here she is on the top of the bluff overlooking the city.

Nikole by large boot

The required Red Wing Boot shot.

Nikole rock climbing

After watching some rock climbers on top of Barn Bluff, Nikole decided to try some free climbing herself. She was a little stressed out at this point.

Bethany and Ruthie by welcome home sign

Bethany and Ruthie made us a welcome home sign (with some spelling help from Helen and Claire). Can you find the baby in this picture?

Other Random Recent Events

We watched a friend’s dog for a few days.

Nikole and Daisy

The dog just wanted to sit in Nikole's lap. Dog's can sense who likes them the least and gravitate toward that person.

Helen and Daisy

Helen longed for the dog to sit in her lap. Finally, it happened.

Lydia with dog

Lydia fed the dog one piece at a time. The dog was saintly as she condescended to such service.

Ed Ruth Lydia Beth and Daisy

You can see that the dog hated me, and generally was a negative influence on the family. We won't ever watch that dog again.

Now you are up to date with the Hales. I bet you could not have lived without this amazing news post. Thanks.

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The Strange Neighbors

Edward Luke and Dad dragging a leaf pile on a tarp

Edward Luke and his father in the act of stealing a leaf pile.

In my effort to be the strangest man in the neighborhood, I have taken to stealing leaf piles. It all stems from my addiction to gardening. (“Stems” from “gardening”– Ha Ha, that’s a funny pun, Ed). Anyway, I have decided to try deep mulch gardening next year. I need 18 to 24 inches of mulch, and my one maple tree cannot produce enough for me.

In our town of Harlingen people rake their leaves into big piles next to the street where they wait for the leaf sucker. The leaf sucker is an organism made up of three men, two rakes and an orange vacuum cleaner truck, the arrival of which causes home school children to leave their seats and run to the window shouting, “The Leaf Sucker is here! The Leaf Sucker is here!”

Now, there is an interval of time after the raking of the piles and before the arrival of the leaf sucker when deep mulch gardeners look at their neighbors’ leaf piles with covetousness.  It is during this interval that I and my offspring sneak out after dark and steal leaf piles. I take a kid or two with me (they don’t know how weird it is yet), and we rake the leaves onto a tarp, which we alternately drag and carry back to my garden. Stealing one leaf pile requires multiple trips. I have gotten caught twice by my normal neighbors. They have not moved out of the neighborhood yet.

Other Random Stuff

Nikole shot this video of Ruthie helping Helen with her piano song. The music is not great, but it is only 1:20 minutes long and you get to see Lydia being an 18-month-old.

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Tomato Gold

the bounty of tomatoes

The bounty of tomatoes

I would like to tell you that the tomatoes you see in the photo above, came from my husband’s garden, but they did not. They came from a way more talented Amish farmer who produces so many tomatoes that he has to give them away. My good friend Cathy brought them to me, hoping I could use them. Yay! What a blessing!

For those of you who like to spend lots of time in the kitchen, maybe you can relate to my victory. Others of you may think I am crazy. I just spent the last two days trying out a new experiment. The truth is, at this time of year, I am addicted to canning tomatoes. Come over some weekend and you will find me ignoring all other responsibilities and canning tomatoes into some form or other. Well, this week I branched out and tried something new. Tomato paste. I got a bunch of Romas and thought I would try making paste. Well, 25 pounds of tomatoes and eight hours later, I found myself questioning whether three pounds of paste was all worth it. Now, as soon as I tasted it, I found that it was! Super nummy! Oh, it was like tomato gold, especially after all the time it took to bake it down to paste! Crazy though, how 25 pounds of tomatoes can cook down to only eight 6-ounce packages of paste. Now the next question is, when do I use it? I think I need to wait until the dead of winter, I surely can’t crack it out tomorrow and use it!

The fruit of all that labor

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Tomatoes and Other Vices

beautiful tomatoes

Beautiful tomatoes

I planted tomato seeds very early this spring and my plants are finally producing some ripe tomatoes. Just look at the beautiful tomatoes in the photo above. They would be even more beautiful if they had been harvested from my garden. But the healthy fruit you see above came from my neighbor’s garden. (She gave them to me, I did not steal them, though the thought has crossed my mind in the days since.)

No, the photo below shows the kind of evil, mutant tomatoes produced by my garden. I lovingly raised my tomato plants from seeds. I carefully prune them, water them, protect them and they reward me with fruit so scary, young children cannot bear to look at them. Where is the justice?

bad tomatoes

Scary tomatoes

My Latest Vice

tomato snack

Late night tomato snack

Why can’t I just be good? At night, just before bed, when I should be giving my stomach a rest, I sneak into the kitchen and slice up a couple tomatoes (after cutting off the crevice marred tops). I eat them on soda crackers while my beautiful wife says things like “Shouldn’t you go to bed soon?” Sometimes I have to go back and slice up a couple more. I used to eat them on Vinta crackers, but my beautiful wife stopped buying Vintas in an obvious attempt to curb my latest vice. Unfortunately, I am a man prone to addictions. I will keep sneaking my tomato snacks until the season of fresh fruit ends. Then, my stomach will search out a new vice.

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Cabin Trip Sketches

It’s all my mother-in-law’s fault

I was talking with my mother-in-law the other day and she chastised me for not updating my blog. I said, “Hey! Lady,” (she likes it when I call her ‘hey, lady’). “Hey, Lady, I’m a boring man. I don’t have anything worth blogging about.” (Yes, I was so upset I left a dangling preposition.) But she would not get off my case, so I said, “Fine! I will put up some sketches or something.” Mercifully, she said, “Good, now put my daughter on!” She’s tough.

Drawing of Ruthie with wet hair

Drawing of Ruthie with wet hair

Ruthie asked me to draw her. Of all my children, she asks me to draw her the most. She was funny. She would not stop moving. I told her to keep looking at the same spot. She thought the mile-wide lake qualified as one spot. She was looking over my right and my left shoulder. But she looked back at the same spot often enough that I could catch a likeness.

Maddie with a smoldering stick

Maddie on the dock with a smoldering stick

At one point I was in the water with many screaming children when I noticed Maddie on the dock near a stick as she often is, waiting for someone to throw something she might fetch. But this stick appeared to be smoking. I said, “I think Maddie might have a stick from the fire pit.” A closer inspection by Marilyn revealed that her stick was indeed smoking and had burned a brown patch in Roger’s new, very expensive, marine plywood decking. Maddie has since been in protective custody.

Drawing of Edward's frog

Drawing of Edward's frog

Edward caught a frog and put him in a tall pail. I drew him and kept saying to passing children, “Don’t bump the bucket! The frog will move.” (I put my art way above my relationship with my kids.) After I finished the drawing, we roasted the frog over the campfire on a marshmallow stick and ate him. (Really, we let him go near where we caught him.)

How Important Is Sketching?

Sketch of little fishes

Little fishes near the dock

I felt like most of the time I was holding a baby or trying to keep her from walking into the lake. I looked forward to the times I could have both hands free to sketch. One morning I abandoned my parental responsibilities and left Lydia clinging to Nikole’s leg as Nikole made pancakes. I stood on the dock and did gesture sketches of the little fishes that spend time near the dock. I don’t think the sketch will win any awards but I am very pleased with it. It represents those rare times when we get to sneak away and be self-absorbed. (And my beautiful wife really gives me lots of opportunities to sneak away to either play with kids or sketch random plants and critters.)

By the way, I really like my mother-in-law, and she is not really abrupt as represented here.

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And Not to be Outdone…

Today was another perfect day at the lake. Smooth-as-glass water (perfect for water skiing) and sunny weather. So, we hang out at the lake doing nothing but living in our swim suits, jumping in the lake, getting out to snack or eat a meal and getting back in the lake. Sometimes I start to get a little antsy, thinking I need to accomplish something. Well, the accomplishments started out with a little water skiing for Helen and a half-mile swim for Steph and me. Later in the afternoon all the kids are in the water when, suddenly, I spot Helen climbing up the stump (Grandpa Roger installed wood steps on it today). She asks me if she will get the same Starburst prize as Edward did (6 Starbursts) if she jumps off the stump. Absolutely. So off she jumps with very little prompting. Next comes Claire and then cousin Lauren. They were not to be outdone by their little brothers, Edward and Marcus. Another great day.

Helen jumps

Helen jumping off the deck railing

Claire jumping

Claire earning her Starbursts

Helen and Claire jumping

Helen and Claire jumping together

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