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 it’s 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…..