In memory of Grandpa Leo, his old hen house from his winter home in Yuma was brought up to Fruitland after his passing in 2009.

It served us well as a great place for dinners and games under the mountain stars. Time and the elements took its toll though, as it does on all things.

So my brother decides to construct a new, sturdier hen house.

But this had it’s own set of challenges, the first being figuring out a way to get a heavy machine threader out of the back of the truck…..

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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