Dad stopped by today to attach some larger diameter branches for the chickens' roost. He did a good job, but managed to mangle his poor fingers on the wire he used for attaching the branches. He was quite a mess by the time he finished.
Cutting the perches to the proper length.
The chickens waiting for the return of their roost.
Chandler was the first to try.
Bloody fingers. Poor Dad.
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