- Mar 22, 2009
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My husband is a dear and patient and helpful man. I asked for a hoop house made out of cattle panels that I could move around our yard so the chickies could eat pasture, have great ventilation, and still be protected from hawks. I told him the moving of it would help protect the hens from creatures digging under it at night because according to what I've read, moving it every day confuses and makes most of those critters wary. Well, he finished it this morning--just in time. I moved four hens over to it, leaving my broody and her seven eggs in the old coop. The babies are due to hatch on Monday so the girls needed a new place. As my hubby was building it and adding more wood...and more wire...and then more wood...and, um, different wire on top of the other wire, I said "honey, that seems to be getting pretty heavy...do you think I'll be able to move it?" He replied "Well, I want the chickens to be safe and comfortable, don't you?" How could I argue with that?
This morning, as soon as he finished it he left for a business trip for 4 days. The only thing left for me to do was to thread a rope through an old piece of hose and hook it to the two hard-core bolted-in rings he had on the front of the coop for that purpose. I thought, surely I could move it forward the length of the coop once a day. I'm a strong girl. And by throwing my entire weight against that rope, and straining fit to burst a vessel, the coop squeaked forward a quarter inch. I tell you, the thing is a built like a tank--except, um, for the soft and grassy and diggable DIRT FLOOR!
Now whatdoIdo? Oh, freaking, dear. It may be up to our big red truck to come to the rescue--slowly.
This morning, as soon as he finished it he left for a business trip for 4 days. The only thing left for me to do was to thread a rope through an old piece of hose and hook it to the two hard-core bolted-in rings he had on the front of the coop for that purpose. I thought, surely I could move it forward the length of the coop once a day. I'm a strong girl. And by throwing my entire weight against that rope, and straining fit to burst a vessel, the coop squeaked forward a quarter inch. I tell you, the thing is a built like a tank--except, um, for the soft and grassy and diggable DIRT FLOOR!


Now whatdoIdo? Oh, freaking, dear. It may be up to our big red truck to come to the rescue--slowly.
