Chapter 12

Floods of Emotions

Springtime means baby birds! Relentless spring rains made for a lot of time for more country home rehab.

Chapter 12: Clients

Unlike chickens, turkey chicks, both male and female, have a tiny fuzzy bump above their beak. This will grow to be a snoot.

The turkey coop was completed. This photo was taken on a cool summer evening before it was time for the turkeys to coop up for the night.

The view from my livingroom window. The rain didn't stop for over a month. The truck was usually covered in gravel road dust from the miles we had to drive to get home. So much heavy rain had washed it spotless.

When the weather finally dried, we went to work outdoors. Ronnie buried all of the overhead electrical lines to the house, and all of the outbuildings, cleaning up the skyline appearance.

Ronnie was trimming up the estate oak tree next to the drive. Extreme amounts of rain made the foliage heavy, bending the branches downward, which broke the far outreaching limbs over the garden.

I started caulking and painting the house. Every single nail in the siding had to be hammered back in and caulked before painting. I sealed all of the cracks and eves to keep out bugs.

We cleaned out the cracks in the foundation where the water leaked in from under the house, causing the basement to flood.

Concrete epoxy was new on the market, and it makes the most amazing patches. Concrete epoxy is two to three times stronger than concrete.

After sealing the basement walls, it became a beautiful and useful space. I loved the raccoon tail I had on the pull chain light above the utility sinks.

After professionals repaired the foundation by putting in new piers, we needed to retexture the ceilings before painting them.

We taped off the floors before texturing the walls and ceiling in the crooked little hall to repair cracks before painting. You can see the floor still leaning down to the right. This was after lifting it twice to make it more level.

I should have been painting the house, but I loved to spend a few minutes enjoying the poultry's beauty when it was quiet.

Some time with the animals benefits the soul with the therapy of one's self. Being in the presence of animals that don't pass judgment on you gives your mind time to discover the seat of your soul. When you find it and learn to regularly access it, you become a true individual, secure in oneself.

It is always the favorite part of my day. I am just visiting with the animals.

Chicken therapy.

Chapter 12: Portfolio