It's finally here. Well, of course, it is not finished. But almost! My woodworking wonder of a husband has thrilled me, yet again, with something that exceeded my expectations. If it were up to me, the chickens would live in an old dog house. But no, my sweet man took his time and used his artistic ability to make something that we will be able to keep for many years. Here he is in the planning stages...
and yes, the tongue does help him think.
It's coming along:
But alas, we do have to have some fun too right?
Well, except for Zad. He just needed to yell at someone.
And he had the best idea of all.