Wanna Live in My Swing Set?

So I have referenced the "Swing Set the Size of a Small House" a couple of times, either here or on facebook or one of my mommy boards, but here is a photo of the model of swing set that my darling Scotty (with a little help from me) has installed in our back yard.  I supposed that I should state that this review wasn't solicited by the swing set manufacturer or distributor -- it is just our experience with the product.  So, yeah, I'm not paid to review this product in any way.  I hope that works as a disclosure...

This took him the better part of the week to put together, but we're thrilled with the result and can't wait for the wood to dry out enough for us to stain it.  We've heard tale that these particular swing sets, the Playstar Superstar Gold model, are tough to put together and might have doomed more than one marriage, but my very handy fella had few troubles with the directions and didn't need to re-do anything that he installed.  Rock on, Scott!  He did, however, comment that "The instructions were clearly created using AutoCAD; I wish they included the electronic file so I could rotate the image."  I'm guessing that his skill level might be a touch above the average consumer...

It was pretty interesting to see us right the tall tower -- Scott said "Lift from your legs!" and I sure did -- I could feel those legs for three days after playing He-Man and She-Ra.


On to the chicken coop!  The hens in the basement ran out of space in the brooder box, so we had the surprisingly fun task of sorting the flock into layers and broilers.  Layers are for laying eggs, and broilers are for, ummm... eating.  There was one hen that Scott and I had decided (separately) was the first candidate for Broiler of the Year.  She's the aggressive one that pecks at us when we tend to her box, a straight-up chicken-bitch.  She's gonna be yummy...

The layers were relocated to a kiddie pool from which several have escaped.  So now when I approach the basement, my first task is peeking at each group, counting heads.  Fortunately the ones we selected as layers were selected because they were less excitable, friendly, even.  One in particular always comes running when she hears me approach.  I've been calling her "Curious" because she watches my every move, then ducks her head under my hand for a pet.  Yep, I've been petting chickens.   Will the wonders never cease?