Things were going along pretty smoothly.
(That's my bro-in-law in the red cap)
Until that red hat in the picture above suddenly disappeared. Yep, my brother-in-law fell off. He was a bit more scratched up than my husband, but he's tough, he got right back to work.
They worked hard right into the evening.
And then...bro-in-law....fell off....again! But never fear, my eighty-year-old Dad was close by and ran over to get under him and "break his fall"! They both hit the ground and rolled down a small hill together.
What can I say? Once a cowboy, always a cowboy. Dad still comes to the rescue at every opportunity.
They are (thankfully!!) both ok. Bro-in-law is a little sore, Dad is right as rain. :)
At that point, it was time to call it a day.
Especially since I like to go to bed with the chickens, and I sure can't sleep with those three out there up on a roof!
I sure do love those boys!