I am so sore. I am so old. But dang, it feels good.
The last-minute ideas are the killers. I had an inspiration that it might be smart to use some of my old brick as a base for my chicken run. It should at least be a little discouraging to interested diggers.
Honestly, I’m not very worried about something digging into the chicken run anyway. The chickens will be tucked into their (hopefully) very secure coop every night. If I see signs of digging, I’ll consider other options at that time.
At any rate, I leveled the perimeter and put down the bricks.
Then on to my lifelong nemesis: construction.
I have to say I didn’t have any major screw ups, and boy was there potential for them. I’m very happy, and I almost never say that in the middle of a project involving logic, tools or math.
It still needs some more cross braces, a door, the wire mesh covering and maybe some cover besides wire on top. But the possibility of fatal errors is greatly diminished, and I’m a happy, tired, sore camper.