His chicken coops

He taught me how to love the yard bird. His lived several years past their lifespans. I remember a rooster that was 18 years old. He made chicken coops all the time. I didn't think he would ever end. I thought he'd go on forever. He fell one day and that started the whole thing. Bed ridden, then he got weak, then weaker then he stopped going outside and the yard worked stopped. Never another flock of chickens, or dog or chicken coops or new tree around after that. I'm glad I took pictures. Long abandoned now, this area was once so green and alive and beautiful. The cages were like little folk art pieces settled into pumpkin vines, loquat trees and potted plants.