Well, the contractor I hired to build the new coop/run turned out to be a con. Yes, I did give him $$ up front....you'd think by age 56, I'd know better. DH is in the process of tearing down what the contractor did. There was very little salvageable. The contractor has not returned my calls for a while now and I'm ready to get the hounds after him. If you live in the Butler area, beware of Derek Nelson. I talked to one of his references (after the fact who is actually a FRIEND of his), and she has quit recommending him because he's been dishonest. All I can think of doing is making a sign and sitting in front of his house. I know where his brother works and am tempted to call him just to be a beotch....this is definitely bringing out the beotch in me. Can't tell you how many times I've collapsed in tears over the past 2-3 weeks. It has me so depressed. I even had some really pretty chickens lined up to add to the flock. Thought I'd vent here cause only other BYCers know how incredibly depressing it is to have dreams of more chickens and a nice coop dashed. We're trying to come up with a plan B. Will also be working on how many authorities I can get involved investigating him.... Attorney General's Office, Penna Department of Revenue, IRS, BBB.... cause I bet he doesn't report/pay taxes. Yep...got the hidden beotch awake.