I’m nothing if not a woman with a vision, God bless my poor husband. I am always making him do crazy things that he doesn’t want to do but I can’t do on my own. He must love me because there is just no other explanation for his madness. The time had come to prioritize the henhouse. (Though I strongly suspect we managed to pick 6 roosters this spring, against all odds.) One chicken specifically, Gladys, was jumping out, tryna die all the time. She’s bold, she isn’t scared of our kitties, and they were just watching and waiting for chicken dinner. This adorable, fuzzy experiment had very quickly turned stinky and stressful. It was time, they had to go outside to their own space!
We had a couple of options here- buy a chicken coop like normal people would, and assemble it over one weekend with immediate gratification of a job well done. OR (I have a really good feeling about this one) we could nicely badger a neighbor about an old, unwanted metal shed until they give it to us, argue about the best way to accomplish said shed relocation, drag said shed across two properties, risk marriage and possibly life itself to put it in a perfectly shaded location, and spend the exact same amount of money or more on supplies to fix it up- for six $3 chickens (that are probably all roosters). I mean, it was an obvious choice right?!
I built the run using reclaimed wood, and some long forgotten, embarrassingly difficult geometry. Still a little more to do at this point, but getting closer. I'd like to add lights and some stepping stones, and maybe one of those automatic doors that are all the rage on here. I think my Papaw would be proud, but probably not impressed.
Not bad for elbow grease, an old deck, poultry wire, and some paint! Here is the before and after.
We had a couple of options here- buy a chicken coop like normal people would, and assemble it over one weekend with immediate gratification of a job well done. OR (I have a really good feeling about this one) we could nicely badger a neighbor about an old, unwanted metal shed until they give it to us, argue about the best way to accomplish said shed relocation, drag said shed across two properties, risk marriage and possibly life itself to put it in a perfectly shaded location, and spend the exact same amount of money or more on supplies to fix it up- for six $3 chickens (that are probably all roosters). I mean, it was an obvious choice right?!
I built the run using reclaimed wood, and some long forgotten, embarrassingly difficult geometry. Still a little more to do at this point, but getting closer. I'd like to add lights and some stepping stones, and maybe one of those automatic doors that are all the rage on here. I think my Papaw would be proud, but probably not impressed.
Not bad for elbow grease, an old deck, poultry wire, and some paint! Here is the before and after.
