Goodnight barn.
Goodnight farm.
Goodnight straw beneath our arms.
Goodnight light
that keeps us so warm.





Goodnight dog.
Goodnight frog.
Goodnight cat leaping over a log.
Goodnight hills
all covered with fog.





Goodnight creek.
Goodnight beak.
Goodnight to another week.
Goodnight fluff
grown into feathers, eek!





Goodnight pen.
Goodnight hen.
Goodnight to the other ten.
Goodnight flock
in our safe little den.





Goodnight barn.
Goodnight farm.





Goodnight chicks.

This is what things looked like for awhile after 16 set the posts.





The chicken house is positioned near the house, with steps down from the porch to access the chickens and plenty of room on the porch to watch them. That side window over the steps is one of the windows in my bedroom, so I can check on the chickens from inside, too.

Then, just when the-chicken-house-will-never-get-built despair was setting in, 52 took the day off to build!





Up it went, fairly quickly. The screen door is the “people” access to the chicken house. There will be another access over the nesting boxes to gather eggs without even going inside. (The screen door will be reinforced with more wire.) Isn’t the rustic old barn wood on the sides cool?





I love the old barn wood.

The chickens heard about all the activity and got excited.

“Did you say chicken house?”





“I deserve a chicken house.”





“I need a chicken house all to myself.”





“What chicken house? They’ve been talking about a chicken house for weeks. Whatever.”





Then they fell asleep.





Before they saw this.





The chicken house and chicken yard should be done soon! We made so much progress yesterday!

Okay, that was “we” in the royal way…..