Pixie Land Gone Wrong

I accidentally created a pixie land for my chickens yesterday. A pixie land is what my husband and I refer to as somebodies idea, usually thyme oriented that has gone horribly wrong. You see them along the road sometimes and nearly squeal to a halt shouting(((Sweet mother of God, what was that?)))

It went like this: The inclosed garden is now a larger secure area for the chickens, I am going back to work soon, since the loss of one I want them to be safe. Humm I say to myself, they will need a place to huddle and keep warm during the winter. I have two huge dog kennels in the barn, YES! I'll put straw in them, there....ugly! Even though this area is hidden from view it was nonetheless troubling. To make a very long story shorter, I tried to hide them, it was like tying a bow on a turd. Today I kind of undid the damage by tucking them behind some old garden gates, the jury is still out though.

I am going to let you imagine it. We had the largest chunks of wood left from the tree we had to fall. I lifted them like a man and did a log arrangement around the kennels, (I know) I thought it looked pretty bad but it almost killed me getting them down there so I thought I would make an arbor of sorts out of some small alders on the property that I needed to get rid of anyway. I removed them, stripped the leafs, braided and twisted them into a sorry looking arbor, (I know) and crapola was created. Today I undid it, less of an eye sore, but let me tell you, everything on me is sore! The chickens are safe and happy witch = orange yokes and hard shells and hilarious pets.