Chick update

I'm not sure where the line is between chick and chicken, but the chick(ens) here are somewhere near it, in the somewhat disheveled adolescent phase when voices crack and gender suddenly means something. They are still easily flustered by human activity, but are becoming more courageous in their curiosity, venturing beyond their fence (that's right, they still fit right through it) for the enticing blade of greener grass on the other side. Here they are in action:

Head in a barrel

Part way through the making of this pig waterer, I realized that I was squeezing myself head first into a giant barrel recently full of pickled peppers. This made me chuckle, mixing in some eerily amplified acoustics with the pungent smell of jalapenos and vinegar. Sometimes it's good to take a step back and consider yourself from a outsider's perspective. Because you might see yourself in such a picture: upside down tall guy submerged in giant blue barrel laughing at the sound of his own laugh.

At least the scenario ended with a completed hog waterer.