Here I am a long time ago on the family farm with chickens of my very own:
Please excuse the hole in the knee of my jeans . . .
. . . the Bird House was built so as to slide into the bed of a pickup . . .
It's insulated and dry on the chickens' side and of adequate size for a few hens. The pigeons could travel in and out thru the crescent moon. With this much snow, there's no foraging to be enjoyed during the Winter. I'll need a summertime photograph next.
It isn't Summer yet but the snow melted.
A picture of the birds: