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My best chicken house was my first and it was already built when I got my first flock given to me back in the 70s when I was a back to nature girl... ah the memories of youth. But I digress... I hope to build a house like this again.
Let me see if I can describe it. Wish I could just draw it.
It was about 20' x 10' and divided up into 3 rooms/ areas. The laying / roosting room was at one end and measured 4 x 10. Next came the feed room (4' x 10')which is where the entry door was. Both of these rooms had wooden floors. So, you would go in thru the door into the feed room with garbage cans/bins and shelves... Go thru the door to left and you were in an 'outdoor room', my favorite bit of this house. The far end was open totally to the chicken yard.The walls on either side, (the long side of the building) were entirely closed in. So, what you have is a roofed dirt floored room for the chickens to be rollin in the dirt and scratchin year round. The nesting / roosting room didn't have to be very big because they only did their business in there. I think I had their feeders in there also. Gosh I wish I had that now. Did I paint a clear enough picture?
I declare when I find my way back to $$ I will have this built. Modifications will be to add a couple of windows to the dirt side. There was a window on the nesting room.
This house was on the beach on Vashon Island and the prevailing winds off the Sound came at the walls facing the entry door. So, there was shelter no matter what the weather. I left the floor to dirt and it never needed to be cleaned out for some reason in that area. Maybe because I didn't have too many chickens. A dozen maybe.
A wonderful coop to begin my love of chickens.
I spent my first 14 years out on Vashon Island. For many years I was afraid of birds. I think that a broody hen, or a cranky roo that may have done a great job of making sure that the toddler didn't mess with the chickens. Most of my family are still surprised that I love my chickies as much as I do these days. I still miss the smell of the water, and the ferries.
My best chicken house was my first and it was already built when I got my first flock given to me back in the 70s when I was a back to nature girl... ah the memories of youth. But I digress... I hope to build a house like this again.
Let me see if I can describe it. Wish I could just draw it.
It was about 20' x 10' and divided up into 3 rooms/ areas. The laying / roosting room was at one end and measured 4 x 10. Next came the feed room (4' x 10')which is where the entry door was. Both of these rooms had wooden floors. So, you would go in thru the door into the feed room with garbage cans/bins and shelves... Go thru the door to left and you were in an 'outdoor room', my favorite bit of this house. The far end was open totally to the chicken yard.The walls on either side, (the long side of the building) were entirely closed in. So, what you have is a roofed dirt floored room for the chickens to be rollin in the dirt and scratchin year round. The nesting / roosting room didn't have to be very big because they only did their business in there. I think I had their feeders in there also. Gosh I wish I had that now. Did I paint a clear enough picture?
I declare when I find my way back to $$ I will have this built. Modifications will be to add a couple of windows to the dirt side. There was a window on the nesting room.
This house was on the beach on Vashon Island and the prevailing winds off the Sound came at the walls facing the entry door. So, there was shelter no matter what the weather. I left the floor to dirt and it never needed to be cleaned out for some reason in that area. Maybe because I didn't have too many chickens. A dozen maybe.
A wonderful coop to begin my love of chickens.
I spent my first 14 years out on Vashon Island. For many years I was afraid of birds. I think that a broody hen, or a cranky roo that may have done a great job of making sure that the toddler didn't mess with the chickens. Most of my family are still surprised that I love my chickies as much as I do these days. I still miss the smell of the water, and the ferries.
