Yesterday they started building the barn!
First things first: auger the holes. The builders brought a little Bobcat with a large auger on it.
Unlike our auger, this baby drilled holes lickety-split.
Drill, baby, drill.
Next step was to hoist the giant 20-foot pressure-treated 4x6's into the holes.
Two uprights in place.
All eight uprights in place, ready for concrete. (At this point, the county inspector came to confirm the holes were of the correct depth for the building size.)
The cement mixer.
Ready to pour.
Next hole. Each hole got nearly a cubic yard of concrete. As one of the builders put it, this barn is going nowhere.
When all eight holes were filled, there was a little bit of concrete left, so we decided to pour a rough pad in front of the chicken coop, which turns into mud soup during wet weather.
Don spread it out and leveled it. Whoo-hoo, no more mud soup!
Naturally the chickens left little chicken footprints in the wet concrete. Fortunately they weren't heavy enough to sink in.
That's all the builders could do until the concrete dried. As evening descended upon the building site, I marveled at what a thing of beauty a barn -- even a half-built one -- can be.