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Last week we left y'all with our chicken coop on it's side. For the first couple of days, the hens kept laying eggs inside the nest boxes even though it was on a serious slant. We figured there was no rush to get the coop righted. That was until Monday, when we only got a dozen or so eggs from the nest boxes. We thought maybe the stress of the storm had finally caught up with the girls? On the way back to the house we found a hole under the back porch full of eggs. The girls had been using this hole for at least a couple of days and we knew we had to get the coop fixed up before they found another place to lay and we lost all of our eggs.
Lawman called a guy advertising on the Craigslist, and he wasn't interested in the job. At all. We're not sure why anyone would advertise a business if you don't want the work, but we moved on. We called the man who set up the coop for us when it was delivered, and he said he was in town Monday for another job, he would come out and set it back up. We waited around all day, and around 1700hrs, he called to let us know he just couldn't make it out. He said he would do the job, but could only nail down a time frame of "one day this week."
Now, Lawman isn't that busy during the week, but sitting by the phone, hoping to get a call, isn't how he wants to spend his days. We went on to a recommendation of a friend of ours, he gave us a name of a guy who has a rollback truck and might be able to set the coop back. We called and he agreed to come out and help us. Then he never showed or called.
Lawman became a little frustrated, so he took Deathstroke down to the coop, hooked his thirty foot tow strap to the rails underneath the coop, and pulled it upright, then up the hill and back under the pine tree. On Saturday, we went down to the slanty shanty and cleaned out the poop, changed the straw, and fixed the side doors that got knocked out of track. After we got the coop cleaned out, Lawman borrowed Pop's floor jack and jacked the back side of the shanty up to where it was almost level and set some blocks under it. It's not a professional job, but the hens don't seem to mind. They are back to production levels before the storm.

Not only did the girls use the hole under the porch, but one brown nosing bird would deliver her egg right to the back door on the porch.

We guess when you fry chicken wings every Sunday, she wants to keep hers attached? We are sure she will go back to the next boxes at the shanty soon.
Lawman does the lions share of cooking and baking around The Acre, but this week, Cupcake wanted to dust off her baking tools and make a homemade cinnamon roll.

We had a spaghetti dinner one night this week, we used our fresh from the vine to the jar homemade sauce, and nothing goes with homemade sauce like a fresh loaf of olive bread.

And it was a slower week for Cupcake on the work front, so we had time to have a real breakfast each morning. Lawman made her scratch made buttermilk biscuits, bacon and eggs and had it on the table when she got home from dropping the girl at school.

There was a new wrinkle on Thor's red meat offering this week. Lawman has been smoking brisket for a few years now, and he seems to have it down to a science. Not happy to rest on his heels, he tried a new way of cooking a brisket. He slow roasted it in our cast iron dutch oven. It was so tender, we're pretty sure we could eat it with a straw.

Sunday rolled around, and we needed a new pie for dessert this coming week. We went back to chocolate pie for the coming week.

We ended the week with wings, and oysters.
K&K