All I did was make one measly little comment about how the chicken coop foundation seemed small, especially at an aerial view when it could be compared to the outhouse. So while I was in town fetching groceries early Saturday morning, the engineer solved the smallness issue. He and the kid would just eliminate the old three hole privy from the equation. By the time I got home it was lying on it's side.
Upon announcing my displeasure with the goings on, they claimed the wind knocked it over. An excuse I almost believed considering the rotted shape that old building was in. But then I noticed the ladder. Not to mention the cat-that-caught-the-canary look on their faces. In reality, they had just pushed it over with their bare hands.
So then the excuses changed to me saying I wanted the outhouse removed because I had been afraid it would collapse on one of the dogs when they chased squirrels in there. Well, yeah, but not today! Today we need to be working on a chicken coop, we've got eggs baking! The excuse then finalized it's self as we need to reuse some of the outhouse materials to build the coop. Uh, huh. Sure. Fine. Whatever. It took them all day to break it up and haul away the debris. I'd say about 98 percent of the wood is not usable because of rot. So after an entire day's labor they were able to save this...
I have a sneaking suspicion this is going to be one of those things the engineer regrets as he works amongst the chickens who will be living in his workshop if the coop isn't finished in time. What do you think?