My dear husband doesn't do anything halfway. He is blessed with a strong drive and an endearing love for a challenge. We read about the space required for chickens. I told him my woeful stories of lost chickens at the fangs and claws of wild beasts. And so, my beloved has embarked on a Great Mission. To create the Fort Knox of chicken coops. A veritable Palace of Poultry. I call it FORT FOWL. Here it is in the early beginnings. A full 12 feet by 12 feet of indoor romping space. It will have room for 25 meat chickens and separate (but not equal) suite for the laying hens. Each will have their own run. As I type and tend to our baby son, I can hear a flurry of activity outside. I promise more pictures tonight and tomorrow night.