The Hens get new digs

As I was perhaps a bit too wordy in my last post, I will keep my hands away from the keyboard this time, with the exception being to add a bit of explanation to the following photos. This lack of text has less to do with me apologising for a long post and more to do with the near-vacuum we have been living in lately: nothing noteworthy has happened. It is, as they say, a slow news week.

About the only thing to report is the completion of the chicken coop. I think it was done in record time, too, although in this case the record is for the longest time between anticipated completion date and actual completion date. We may also be in contention for notable mention in the largest cost over-run (chicken coop category) and most over built structure (chicken coop category). How over budget and over built, you ask? Let's just leave it at knowing there are two, full-sized paint cans worth of exterior porch and deck paint on the inside of the biddy barn.

The four phases of chicken coop painting, as demonstrated by Hunter:

Step one: Mix paint, even though it is, by all appearances, already thoroughly mixed.

Step Two: Rough in the large areas, using broad strokes to ensure maximum coverage. It's best if both hands are used for this step in order to increase productivity.

Step Three: Once the large areas are more or less covered, concentrate on the trim. A trained interior designer will always spot shoddy trim work and, if noticed, this lack of care will translate throughout the room.

Step Four: Stick your head out of the wee chicken door. This fulfills two criteria at once: the door size is deemed accurate and it allows the diligent painter a break from the fumes.

The over built chicken coop.

There it stands, in all it's completed glory. When I started this project in the spring, Jenn and I were planning on using an old, already existing structure. It was not nearly as sturdy as this and in hindsight, I'm glad we decided to go this route. The gate is the entrance for us into the one side of the chicken's outdoor yard. I don't know what the square footage of the area is, but it took nearly one hundred feet of fencing to enclose and one short side was already fenced from the rabbit run, as they adjoin each other.

Inside the coop. The roost was a design of Jenn's. The floor is pine shavings and the metal deal-y is a feeder, which came to us all the way from Elmvale because Jenn had to have it for her birds. It's a nice feeder, though, because it holds a lot of feed at one time yet it dispenses it in such a way that they chickens can't land on it or spread the seed everywhere and lose it in the shavings. Bet you thought a feeder was a feeder, hey? Me too.

The nesting boxes inside the coop. Even though chickens are supposed to roost at night, we have one that insists on sleeping in one of the boxes. Maybe she's just being efficient, wanting to be ready in the morning for egg laying without getting out of bed. I'm sure that's it. The roof has a fairly steep slope to prevent the chickens from standing on it for if they can stand on it they will and where they stand, they poop. Limiting their roosting areas helps keep the coop cleaner.

These are a few of Jenn's chickens. All of these ones lay the coloured eggs.

The chickens are at the far end of their 'pasture' where they like to dig in the woodchips for bugs. They love grasshoppers and will chase each other down should one of them boast too loudly over her catch. They are also pretty good at keeping the grass down; in the foreground is the area they inhabited prior to the move into the coop and beyond their fenced area, in the background, is an area that they have spent little time in.

One of Jenn's chickens, close up. Gaze into and feel the emotion in that eye; full of compassion and understanding. It's as though this hen is wise beyond her years. No? You don't see it? Me either.

This is long and it's about my job, so you may want to just skip over it and come back later.

In an earlier post, I mentioned that my previous job was as an arborist; specifically, a 'climber' for a local arborist company. It was outdoor work, hot and often uncomfortable, strenuous most of the time; often it involved working at heights and it required a heavy harness/belt on which not only hung my tools of the trade but my life as well.

I have now been at my new job since the beginning of April. This job, an apprentice glazier, is quite different from my last one: it's outside work which is usually hot and uncomfortable (see below,) it involves heavy lifting and I often have to work at heights with a heavy tool belt and a harness that keeps me from falling.

When I started with this company, we were working at a school, ripping out the old frames and glass and replacing these with new glass and frames. Since then, I have had the opportunity to remove and reinstall new curtain wall systems. Curtain wall is the glass fronting that covers some large buildings, as well as making up the entrance ways to most malls, office buildings and the like. I have also worked on a skylight at the Sudbury Cancer Treatment Center. That was interesting, both for us and the folks below who, when they looked up at our bodies laying prostrate on the angled skylight, seemed to have the startled look of someone who realizes almost too late that something is about to fall on them. We were only replacing the outside trim, so there was no danger, but still, it was funny.

Lately, however, I have been working at Xstrata, or the old Falconbridge (the other nickel company) to those who don't follow mining company mergers and take-overs -- I have to: I live in Sudbury. They are putting in a new smelter and calciner plant. Before it starts to sound like I know what these are, let me just say that I don't. I have no idea, except that the new plant involves miles and miles of piping, from the small, quarter inch lines that feed the controls, dials and moniters, to the huge, 10-foot diameter pipes that must feed (or be fed by) the monstrous hoppers and vats inside the building. It is industry at its' finest.

It is this building that houses the hoppers, vats and such, that we were working on. All week, at our other job site, the talk was of how we were going to install the massive windows. The smallest unit was ten feet by six feet, so when I say they were big, I'm not exaggerating; in fact, I know people with smaller decks. So far, the style of glass that we had been installing is one sheet of quarter-inch tempered glass with a half-inch rubberized band in the middle to seal in the argon, and then another sheet of quarter inch glass on the other side of the band, making a unit thickness of one inch in total. For an estimate on weight, this is the formula: quarter-inch, tempered glass (two sides) plus a half-inch rubberized band weighs 7.1 pounds per square foot. Go ahead and do the math, or take my word for it: glass is heavy.

As I was saying, the topic of how to move these units of glass into the openings at Xstrata was quite thoroughly discussed. The more experienced glaziers decided that the best way would be to use a boom truck with this electric suction cup device that our company has. Normally, to fit the unit of glass into an opening, we use a suction cup with a handle on it so that we can lift the glass easily and safely. The electric one that was going to be used is just like our little ones, only a lot bigger and instead of one cup, it has four, which are able to be extended on movable arms for extra large glass.

What you can't see in this picture is how the wind is making this unit spin. It was spinning so fast that the swivel on the boom trucks' ball couldn't keep up and it ended up twisting the sling that held the electric cups on. We were close to the unit and if it had nicked us in the basket or the corner of the building, there would be glass everywhere.

I finally managed to get the glass under control. The round disks on the bottom corners are our suction cups, to which we have tied a small rope to help in controlling the unit until we can reach the cups.

Installation day came and the electric cups were taken out, fully charged and hooked onto the boom trucks' ball with a sling. The day previous, when we went to size up the situation and plan how we would work things, Rob, one of the glaziers, noticed that the glass was not the quarter-inch, tempered style that we had been installing, but rather a much weaker, eighth-inch plate glass with a half inch rubberized banding. Immediately, he was concerned that the glass was not strong enough to be lifted by the boom truck and electric cups. He decided to chance it, anyway, since we had no other way of getting the glass to where it needed to be.

Normally, when we install the glass from the outside, we use our snorkle-lift machine (like the blue one in the pictures) to lift the person in the bucket and the unit of glass on specially designed skis on the outside of the basket, even though it may be over the recommended weight capacity of the machine. At Xstrata, however, they are so safety conscious that they employ a person to oversee all the trades people who are working on the site. In fact, he is the one who these pictures are from. He makes sure that we are wearing our gloves and long sleeves (even in +33 degree heat), that we are harnessed and tied in to our machine and that we are following site-specific indoctrination rules. He takes his job seriously and kicked off one worker while we were there. My point in all of this is that with our tools and myself and Don, the other glazier I'd be working in the basket with, we were almost at the machine's capacity, and we still had a 300+ pound unit of glass to consider, if we were going to forego the boom truck route. The safety guy would never accept that. So, boom truck it was.

This is one side of the building. The Genie Lift (or Snorkle lift) has a 65 foot reach, and when it is fully extended, there is about two, maybe three feet of vertical play because of the flex in the boom. It doesn't sound like much, but when you're at the machine's maximum reach, it feels as though the whole thing is going to tip over.

I can say that the glass went in smoothly and the boom truck worked extremely well, as did the electric cups. No glass was broken, we violated no Xstrata safety concerns, except perhaps, rolling up our sleeves and taking off our gloves but if we were noticed, nothing was said.

Don and I guiding another unit into place.

So there it is: my new job.