So the constant rain has washed away so much soil that the chicken coop is in danger of flooding in the next storm. And the weather forecasts keep changing their minds about when that is. So I’m downing a couple more coffees and then going out to run the garden shredder, to try and generate enough material to stop the garden from turning into a landslip bog that gives the chickens trenchfoot. Nobody wants chickens to have trenchfoot, so the phone is going on mute until that’s done.