My contractor was intrigued by my request to make the dilapidated, three-walled "garage" into a four walled coop. With ladder roosts and a "kindergarten" pen INSiDE it. The auto-door I had him install amazed him.
He has done all my work around here, building a deck, putting a shed kit together, building a pergola, and finally building the duck pond.
He picks up my dominant rooster every visit, just to embarrass him in front of the flock. He asked if he could name one of my newer hens; and he always checks to see if Beatrice is okay with each visit.
One day he told me the Egg Song is really just the hens' way of saying, "An egg fell out of my BUTT! An egg fell out of my BUTT!"
And, of course, he loves the eggs.
He doesn't like it when they get into his work van but he is very gentle when removing them. And he swears the flock likes the music he plays while he's working.
In quiet moments (no equipment running), he has remarked more than once that he just doesn't understand how anybody could believe factory chickens are "okay" in their cages, never touching the ground or able to scratch for bugs or dust-bathe.
And he often brings treats for them.
