The reason I find the ongoing saga of the chicken coop so hilarious is that Mack, when he sets his mind to something, is all about that thing, and he tends to finish what he starts. He’s like a force of nature whirling through the landscape. For instance, the porch. One day, he told me he was going out to stain the porch and a week and a half later, it was roofed in.
So, for the chicken coop to remain incomplete for as long as it’s remained incomplete, you know it’s got to mean that two ideas weigh equally heavy on Mack’s mind. His desire for chickens is counterbalanced by his desire to not bring coyotes that close to his house.
I, too, am balanced by two competing desires. I would like to see the chicken coop complete, if only so that I can go to his house and see chickens (I’m hoping he can be convinced to raise some cool variety like the Wyanodette or the Iowa Blue). But I also like seeing it incomplete, because it tickles me to see it there like a testament to a decisive man’s indecision.
So, I have been “aiding” in the decision making process by suggesting alternatives–getting a sabretooth tiger to guard the flock, getting a billy goat to guard the flock, teaching the chickens how to handle a gun–you know, helpful ideas.
In that spirit, I bring you this solution.