A small pile of firewood, delivered this morning, waiting to be stacked. The chickens will have a hard time getting in the woodshed, one of their favorite places to hang out during the day. Maybe they’ll perch on top of it. It’s a good spot for Strut to crow from. I can imagine him up there flapping his wings, crowing: I’m King of the Woodpile.
3 thoughts on “Out my Window, King of the Woodpile”
That photo makes me want to stack wood in such a bad way!(Hope to get the go ahead at appt. nxt Tue. 🙂
Is it the obsessive in us Cindy? or the desire for order. I too hope you are stacking wood next week.
Thanks Maria. I think it’s both of these things in us. Also the love of the outdoors and nature. Added to the pure disdain of inside housework!