- Oct 6, 2012
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I've spent this morning snickering at myself a wee bit. Now it's not that the idea of using an old tall dresser frame is a bad idea, it's actually a pretty good one, especially since I'm NOOOO carpenter. In fact, before I met my chickens, I knew nothing about power tools either so this is really all their fault if you think about it. At this point I'm not sure whether I need to hug the chickens or take them to court, isn't there some law about Grandma using power tools?
The property I live on in pretty spacious and the back yard is full of junk. That's what I used to think anyway. How does that saying go, "One mans 500.00 trip to the dump is another mans chicken coop?" Well, turns out it's true. I have an enormous amount of chicken coop material laying around. Still, I want to post some pics of my very first coop before I destroy it and build something more chicken friendly and less human embarrassing. I give you the "dresser coop". I'll take better pics as I demolish it later today or tomorrow (depending on how my power tool bonding goes) so you can see it better. Keep in mind this dresser coop was in the "prepower tool" era of history. Did I tell you what my grand daughter, Ashtyn named the chickens? Sassy and Lavender!! Sassy is a bit of a bossy pants so her name fits, Lavender on the other hand isn't bossy and doesn't smell like Lavender so I'm not sure where that name came from but Ashtyn's happy with it. I've been out gathering and measuring for a new and improved coop this afternoon when Sassy popped her beak out the dresser coop and said, "wow, here we are at the mercy of all Gods creatures and you're walkin around with a tape measure thinkin up some elaborate coop design. Excuse me if I'm not the least bit impressed. You're not going to need a coop if we end up on the coons dinner menu...."
Sassy may be bossy, but she's seldom wrong.
Guess I'd better prioritize the remainder of my afternoon and put my energy into some sort of Fort Knoxing the joint.
Enjoy
The property I live on in pretty spacious and the back yard is full of junk. That's what I used to think anyway. How does that saying go, "One mans 500.00 trip to the dump is another mans chicken coop?" Well, turns out it's true. I have an enormous amount of chicken coop material laying around. Still, I want to post some pics of my very first coop before I destroy it and build something more chicken friendly and less human embarrassing. I give you the "dresser coop". I'll take better pics as I demolish it later today or tomorrow (depending on how my power tool bonding goes) so you can see it better. Keep in mind this dresser coop was in the "prepower tool" era of history. Did I tell you what my grand daughter, Ashtyn named the chickens? Sassy and Lavender!! Sassy is a bit of a bossy pants so her name fits, Lavender on the other hand isn't bossy and doesn't smell like Lavender so I'm not sure where that name came from but Ashtyn's happy with it. I've been out gathering and measuring for a new and improved coop this afternoon when Sassy popped her beak out the dresser coop and said, "wow, here we are at the mercy of all Gods creatures and you're walkin around with a tape measure thinkin up some elaborate coop design. Excuse me if I'm not the least bit impressed. You're not going to need a coop if we end up on the coons dinner menu...."
Sassy may be bossy, but she's seldom wrong.
Guess I'd better prioritize the remainder of my afternoon and put my energy into some sort of Fort Knoxing the joint.
Enjoy
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