The 12-year-old: So don't they need nest boxes?
Me: Yes. I have a plan for that.
Twelve-year-old: What's the plan?
Me: We're going to reuse the old nest boxes from the garage.
Twelve-year-old: Eewww, those are gross.
Me: They are not. They're vintage. They're charming. They're a hundred and fifty years old, handmade with iron-forged square nails, and solid as a house. They'd go for millions on Ebay.
Twelve-year-old: They're filled with old chicken crap.
Me: I cleaned them out.
Twelve-year-old: (Coming around now.) Ok, they're vintage, handmade, and charming. What are we going to do with them?
Me: Give them to the chickens to crap in.
|Before in the old garage shed|
|Solid wood planks|