So...

on that same Saturday that the remaining top of the Ailanthus tree was axed 

and all the fallout was cleaned up, Mr and me found ourselves 

all alone along t'wards evenin' time.

And so he asked me...

"What would you like to do tonight?"

Oh, the possibilities!

He then continued...

 Would you like to wash the car and the truck or see if we can move that chicken house?"

I know!

* He's just full of romance like that.

"Let's move that chicken house!", I replied without hesitating.

And so we did.

The 'chicken house' used to be a playhouse that, upon further investigation, I've decided was originally a...

chicken house!

Yep.

And it was not only solidly planted on the ground up toward the back of our property, 

it was bermed into a bank on the East side and surrounded by overgrowth that was nearly impossible to navigate through. So, there was much cutting and clearing and 

digging all around the perimeter to be done.

And we did.

We then rigged up a lever system.

He'd get the lever (a long 2 x 6)  situated on a fulcrum 

(we used a few different objects for that), 

wedge it under the edge of a wall or corner and lift. 

Have I ever mentioned how strong this man is?

My job was to shove long planks underneath, 

all the way to the other side, which was more difficult than I'd anticipated. 

With the chicken house finally sitting up on these boards, 

we 'lassoed' it with a tow strap and carefully dragged it out with the truck. 

We had to reset the 'skids' several times as we, little by little, dragged it out of where it had been sitting for many, many years and down onto the grass.

And there ya go.

It hasn't been moved to it's final resting place just yet; we haven't had time.

Hopefully by next weekend we'll have it set where we want it and then we will 

BRING OUR CHICKENS 

H.O.M.E!

I'm really looking forward to that.

* he really is a for real romantic