The smell is unbearable.
Chris is in the basement working on the new chicken coop because a) I will bug him if he doesn't and b) the chicken babies are so stinky he'd rather not be in the same room as them. Every once in a while he comes upstairs with a "I think I'll be a slacker now" look on his face. He takes one inhalation and heads back down to the basement.
Want to hang out in my livingroom with me?
Speaking of stinky, I inadvertently trapped a skunk in the grown-up's coop the other night. I went out after dark and closed the door, never dreaming there was aught but chickens inside. I noticed a white stripe ambling around in the morning and wondered how I was going to get an ether-soaked rag near his nose so I could safely remove him.
As I approached the coop with aforementioned rag, I noticed the skunk was at the other end of the coop, not paying much attention to me. I opened the coop door, turned tail, and ran for the house, where I landed as if I were sliding for home plate. And then I hid under my bed for a little while.
That's quite enough nature for the time being, thank you.
And now I will take this clothespin from my nose and amble off to bed.