After fixing a few last-minute snags (reducing the air conditioning, draft-proofing the floor, adding locks and cutting more roof out of sheet-metal scraps – mastered the rivet gun by the way), the chicken house was ready for its final journey from the workshop to the orchard/chicken run:

I thought I’d fitted the house with skis:

Sounds easy, doesn’t it?

But when I looked at the book again last night, I saw that they are skids.

That extra “d”.

Think it stands for dunarftakealotofeffort.


You can only do your best.