Yesterday, while I was reading drafts from several of my classes, I heard something--not loud, but rather metallic. I thought, perhaps, the acorns were falling on the roof of the shed, which makes a nice pinging sound. I looked out and discovered that several limbs had fallen from the Oak tree in the middle of the yard. Not that unusual--limbs fall all the time. But these limbs fell on the Henriettas' chicken run, flattening it to the ground.
Poor Henry the Roo was in the run by himself, but he's okay. He did manage, though, to make it out into the yard with ALL the hens! He's having a great time chasing them. And he's awfully proud of his prowess, too, judging by all the crowing he's doing.
This is Lydia, a Barred Rock mix. Barred Rocks lay brown eggs, but Lydia's eggs are white.
Mrs. Bennet. She's a Red Sex Link. She lays brown eggs.
The Brahmas, aka The Dashwoods, Marianne and Elinor. They lay brown eggs.
One of the Henriettas--this one is a Buff Orpington. She lays brown eggs.
Another view. You really can't see all the limbs in this, but I figure three large limbs came down, as well as a few smaller ones.
And yet another view. All in all, a mess, and a time-consuming repair.
Even my best-laid plans go awry. But, in the midst of reading/grading, I need a break. This wasn't quite the break I was looking for!
All's well, though. The run is functional, though they don't usually spend much time in it, except when I go the the University to teach.