I forgot a very, very important detail in my post today about moving the peeps outside. Their brand new beautiful roost, made from a tree branch that fell off a tree near the house over the winter.
Last night, after meeting my daughter for coffee at The Mocha Monkey in Waconia, I lingered at the coffee shop after she left for her evening shift at Redstone Grill, working on some writing, and wondering how late Papa Bear was going to be working, since he hadn't called/e-mailed/Skyped or texted that he was on his way home, or was home wondering where I was.
Eventually I called him. He was already home, and had been, for quite awhile. When I inquired why he didn't let me know, he said he was working on a surprise for me.
A surprise? From PB?
It wasn't my birthday yet, although it is close to Mother's Day, and I was very curious about what the new surprise could be.
I packed up my laptop and headed to the car for the 10-mile drive home. When I arrived, PB was just cleaning up his tools. He motioned to the chicken coop, and there inside, where no roost had previously been, his custom-fitted tree-branch-roost now sat sturdily, wired to the coop in multiple places.
Not only that, but he had hand-curled all of the pokey-outey ends of all the wires used to wire the branch into place.
Every. Last. One.
Have I mentioned lately how blessed I am to have PB in my life?
The Peeps and I are so grateful.