mine is a real "poop coop". my boyfriend owns the old cafe in Angora Nebraska on hiway 385. population 2. 4 when we are there. there is a his and hers outhouse the went to the cafe. he converted it to a coop, put the nest boxes on the double seat on the men's side, the women's side is where they roost. there is graffiti inside from people long gone. nostalgic huh?
It seems like we always have some situation going on here. Someone's not feeling good, someone else is picking on their sister, the little roo discovered his hormones and is mounting everything and everyone in sight, the other roo and his duo the Butt Sisters escaped from their run, the cat got out of the house.
The list just goes on and on. So we borrowed a name from someone else here and went with:
Cirque de Poulet (Chicken Circus, in French)