Yep. That is what I said: “Flying Turkey Coop.” Well, it is not really supposed to fly, but that is what it did this morning. Here is the coop across the driveway.
The brown square in the photo below is where the coop is supposed to be.
When the coop left, the turkeys stayed in the general area of their coop… in the rain. They looked a little bit lost and confused. I’m thankful that they didn’t fly off through.
My neighbor came up and helped me move the coop from the pasture back across the driveway into a safe place. I decided to put it in front of the barn for now. It is in sad shape. The wind did a number on it.
Note to self: Tarps keep the rain out, but they make good sails as well.
Looking inside, you can tell that the coop took a beating. The board on the back is supposed to be parallel with the one on the bottom. The coral panels were even bent. Bummer.
The door won’t close now, so I had to use a bungee on it.
I did manage to get the turkeys back in fairly easily though. That was a blessing. I spent the rest of the afternoon fixing fences, praying, and fussing at the devil for trying to mess with my stuff. “Don’t make me tell my daddy!”
Here is another fun result of the storm this morning:
Not a good spot for the pigs. We had to move that after fixing the fence. Fun, in a strange sorta way. Kinda like I imagine that mud wrestling would be… no, actually, more fun than that.