By Chad Love
I must admit, I'm not much of a carpenter. Give me a hammer and nails, a circular saw and a pile of lumber, and I'll give you...firewood studded with bent nails, and maybe a lost digit or two. I'm also something of a procrastinator. You may recall a blog I wrote last spring lamenting my lack of a semi-permanent abode for my training pigeons, which, up to that point, I had been keeping in a few large wire cages until needed. In that blog I also, optimistically proclaimed that I was going to build a coop "this spring."
OK, so maybe last year's "this spring" turned into this year's "mid-summer." Nevertheless, a few weeks ago I decided it was time. I had eight new birds that needed a home and a young pup that needed those birds. So I took one last look at my fingers, tried to decide which ones I could probably live without, crossed said fingers, whispered a prayer and then fired up the saw. The result is this masterpiece of wavy cuts, rusty wire, hopelessly out-of-square corners and sagging doors. And it only cost me $6,000 in materials, 500 man-hours of labor and a right pinky that I never really used, anyway.*