So, I got this rusty, ugly swing from an auction on Saturday because I was being a witchy woman. (See my previous post for the "before" photo. http://chickensinthebasement.blogspot.com/2009/09/witchy-woman.html ) But, once I got it home and came up with a plan for the beast, I was very excited. After 5 cans of paint, a trip to Home Depot for more paint, an extracurricular trip to Goodberry's for ice cream and a couple of hours of drying time, I love my swing!
It now sits near my chicken house, the perfect spot to watch my feathered friends play and eat. I foresee spending lots of time there. Note to self: take a large bottle of OFF to the chicken house or I could be hauled away by the monster mosquitoes!
While I was having a swing this morning, Skippy came roaring out of the run with his hormones raging. Bless his heart, he is not a debonair fellow. He pinned down poor Ruby in the midst of all the other chickens and started having his way with her. Cora Bell was close by and offended by this public display of affection, so she pecked Skippy in the eye. The End! Yep, I'll be spending lots of time in my new, old swing.