I lucked into a bunch of used building materials recently, thanks to a friend who is letting me salvage from a condemned house.  Perfect timing, because our goat herd needs to move to the other side of the property soon.  This requires the construction of a new goat house, since it will take days and days to sawzall and haul the old one.

There was a half-built shed in the yard of the doomed house that fit the bill:

It was about 8 x 10 feet, a little small for a goat house, so I dragged it home and reconfigured it to be 9 x 18 (still missing a piece here):

Then we reconsidered the location and decided the thing needs to move about 50′ to the East to line up with the new pasture areas.  How does one skinny middle-aged man move this unwieldy load?  Take it apart and carry the pieces over like a normal person?  Nah, that would be boring; time for a little good ol’ fashioned hillbilly ingenuity!  Ain’t nothin’ you can’t do with a rusty ol’ pickup!

I parked inside the structure, jacked up the legs, and placed cross pieces across the tailgate, bed, and roof of the truck, bolting them to the uprights.  Here are two clips of the actual journey.  (I run to and from the camera because it has very limited memory, but unfortunately it still ran out and missed recording the too-exciting bit where I “gently” lowered it to the ground.)

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..and here it is at end of day, roof all framed and one panel fitted into place:

Drama gave birth to two little boys at about 7 pm this evening. Mama and babies are all doing well. We’ll have photos and stories for you tomorrow, we promise. But first, a much-needed good night’s sleep (for us, and for the goats).

Drama Queen’s udder is full, full, full – and her ligaments (near the tail, that soften for giving birth) are gone, gone, gone! She’s in the birthing stall, chewing her cud and having her contractions. Probably later today we’ll have new little goatbabies to show you!