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The Tunnel
The wind has been
almost constant lately which has made it very difficult to make some repairs to
the polytunnel.
It turned out that
not only were two of the hoops sheared near the top but one was also sheared
through at ground level on the opposite side.
The whole tunnel has a pronounced lean towards Kirkwall. With a lot of
huffing and puffing, and one or two outbursts of less than polite language, we
managed between us to get things sorted. We drove a short metal rod down inside
the sheared foundation tube before threading on piece of pipe sheathing and lifting
the hoop back into place. The top of the hoops were also sheathed in piping but
we had to remove one of the cross bars to get the hoop lined back up. To get it
back in alignment I had to hang off the bar then heave it as high as possible
for a few seconds while Frankie lined up and threaded in the bolt (that was
when the suspect language came into play). Then all we had to do was secure the
pipes in place with tape and screws. I did manage to patch the plastic as well
but only on the inside as it was too wet to attempt the outside. So far it has
survived another gale which blew in from the opposite direction and actually managed
to straighten the tunnel up a bit. More gales due soon so let’s hope it
survives.
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The Chickens
Meanwhile we are beginning
to drown in a sea of eggs. A new record today 17 eggs! Wow. They really do seem
to be liking their new quarters. The chickens seem to have gone into overdrive
and no matter how many we eat the pile in the porch is growing daily. For some reason I had a picture in my mind of
my dad telling me they could lay them faster than we could eat them. I assume
coming from hearing him tell my brothers, in admonition, that they (the
brewers) could brew beer faster than they (my brothers) could sup it.
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