Chicken coop mod reminds me of my grandparents
I'd like to think that I reflect certain (positive!) traits of each of my late grandparents.
I have my maternal grandfather's jolly, laid-back temperament. Usually.
I have my maternal grandmother's tendency to "take in strays".
I have my paternal grandmother's positive outlook, and the attitude that "food is love".
And, possibly to the greatest extent I echo my paternal grandfather's tendency to build things out of wood: enjoying the mechanical problem-solving, making wooden things for others which solve specific needs. As an extension of this, we both modify our home environment to suit our needs.
I was reminded of that final trait this morning, when I was feeding the chickens.
I needed to open a new bag of chicken feed: usually I have my pocket knife and my multi-tool with me -- because they're always on my belt. But at that moment I was wearing sweatpants -- so I didn't have any tools with me. Gah.
I decided to solve the problem, so that I would always be able to open the bags of chicken feed. First, I went back inside, and got an extra set of scissors from my box of (of course!) extra scissors!. I went back to the chicken coop and cut most of the top off the bag of feed, and dumped in the metal storage container:
I had also brought a paper clip from inside. I bent it into a double-hook shape:
And then I hung it near the top of the screen, near the entrance door but inside the chicken coop. I hung it high enough that it would be sheltered by the eaves and therefore -- hopefully -- not get rained upon and rust.
The hook next to it used to have a green screwdriver hanging from it: I'll have to see where the screwdriver went.