Sunday evening, Grey and Glynn built nesting boxes for our hens.
Between my tasks, in the kitchen and visiting with my adorable niece, I would pop outside to see how the project was coming along. They pounded on materiel, had their brows furrowed, and spoke in a language that was practically foreign to me.
Working men are such a blessing…to those of us that have no…nada…zip…zero construction skills whatsoever.
Did I mention I have no idea how to build anything?
Thank God for hard working men.