'Jay the extremely strong hauler' was here this morning to remove what he said was between 5500 and 6000 pounds of concrete from our side yard. How he can do that without sustaining either a hernia or a coronary, I have no idea.
But Phase 2 of Operation Marchand Farm is now complete (Phase 1 being Phil's long hours of actually jackhammering up the concrete several weeks ago.) Here are shots of the side yard now. The long narrow row of dirt will be our vegetable garden, and the grassy area will be turned into a chicken coop and run.
Today the chicks are one week old. In honour of this milestone, I went looking in the backyard to see if I could treat them to a bug or a worm or something. No luck. But given my extreme aversion to bugs, I may not have looked as thoroughly as I should have. Sorry chicks -- I love you, but I draw the line at scrounging for creepy-crawlies.
William is enamoured with the babies, from an emotional and a scientific standpoint. We are keeping a scientific journal of notes, records and findings, and plan on making this venture into a family science fair project in the spring. He and I weigh the chicks every day and chart their progress. But he also just loves cuddling with them.
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