…and the chicken house fell. And great was the fall of it. Today we had what is known as A Wind. One of its more ambitious acts was removing the chicken house roof.
I guess the house didn’t fall, but the roof did. How does a roof fall off, you ask? That’s the very question I asked!
Well, I don’t want to tell you. But I guess I will. Forensic evidence revealed in the autopsy that not a single screw was placed through the purlins on the west side.
Apparently, you want the purlins screwed down, or the roof will be screwed up later. Consider that a life hack, if you wish.
I dismantled the roof and began remantling it. There is more to do tomorrow. I plan to fasten things down this time for something different.
We shall speak of it no more. It shall not be spoken of.
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