I have to admit it was enjoyable to demolish this structure, but at the same time being in the chicken coop brought back memory upon memory. .... Being scared to death of collecting eggs; the hens might peck my eyes out...that's what happened on "The Birds"........Or terrified of feeding the roosters for the same reason, chasing me down and pecking my eyes out! Grey Baby, our favorite....Scot up in the cherry tree with the her, feeding her cherries.....dad, chopping the heads off of the chickens.....whatever small creature from the woods that came to the coop at night and made off with the chickens one by one....even after we put big rocks in front of the coop door......and now, it's gone.
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