Seeing Trees

The past couple of days I've been thinking feverishly about how I'm going to convert the wooden playset into a chicken coop. All of my knowledge of chickens at this point is entirely theoretical and anecdotal. As is my knowledge of carpentry. Here is a picture of the thing I took a week ago:

Having forgotten that I'd already taken a picture of the playset, I went out this morning to take another one only to find this:

The previous owners (who happen to be some second cousins of mine) mentioned (last month!) that they had an ad on Craigslist to sell it and that someone might come by in a few days to pick it up. Guess they finally did...like a ninja. Well, my predicament about how to convert the structure into a chicken coop has been entirely eliminated, and possibly some kid in this world has been made extremely happy. I do not yet have any solution for a chicken coop design, but I have a book entitled Chicken Coops coming in at the library in a couple days. I also have Barnheart and Made From Scratch checked out, which means that I have hope and the reminder that it's okay to make mistakes in this backyard barnyard business.

Here is a picture of the area I hope to turn into a little garden.

It gets sun about 8 hours a day and is conveniently fenced off. I don't expect my first garden to be really big so this should be quite enough space. The previous owners used to keep their dogs in here, so it seems to have been plenty fertilized judging by the height and verdant hue of the grass last week before we cut it. I'm sure I'll still manage to kill lots of plants this summer, though. Like I said with chickens, my knowledge of gardening is entirely theoretical and anecdotal at this point. I haven't run low on perseverance, so I should be alright.

And lastly, this pigeon is confused:

Someone tell him he's got to fly about 30 miles North to get to San Antonio!