There is something especially satisfying about making things, especially making something with your own hands.
Last year, I built a chicken run. I bought the lumber and wire netting and nails, I drew up a plan, I sawed and hammered and put it together.
A few factors led to this. One was the desire to have chickens (it might be considered an odd desire for someone who lives in an urban flat, but I had a piece of garden available), but what I wanted more than that was the chance to connect to a natural world that is denied to most urban dwellers.
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