Remember the gate to the chicken run that was causing me such angst? It was just a piece of chicken wire tied up with baling string, and it was a horrible pain to open and close every morning and night, not to mention being ugly as all hell. Well, this weekend the fella and I built the new gate, dug the hole for the final post, set the post, and hung the gate! A man who will spend his holiday weekend building my chickens a gate is a man after my own heart, let me tell you.

In all its gatey splendor.