So, things have been a little crazy around here. You could say we’ve all gone “kuku”! (“Kuku” is the Swahili word for chicken, by the way!) We welcomed six little baby chicks around Easter. And, no it wasn’t a whim of the Easter Bunny. I’ve been asking my husband for chickens for years. I was hoping to document the building of our coop with a series of posts, but after the first few days, I remembered that there are some things that are best forgotten. Like the pains of childbirth. My engineer of a husband took great care to build the coop, and his big-picture, little time for details and instructions and recipes and such wife spent two weeks resisting the urge to yell, “Just slap some plywood on it and be done already!”
And, just like how quickly you forget the pain when you’re staring at a beautiful bundle in your arms, I’ve already forgotten the rough parts of the process, and the frustration has been replaced with joy because I LOVE OUR CHICKEN COOP! The kids and I painted it, and the chickens are all moved in. Let me show it to you:
The house will accommodate 10-12 hens, I believe, so we might be adding a few in the future. The run is just tall enough for me to walk in with my head bent a little.
There are nesting boxes on each side. It was my daughter’s brilliant idea to put the sun setting on this side after we painted the sunny scene on the other side.
She also painted this chicken on the door.
The little door for the chickens opens into the run, and they can also stay in the shade underneath the house.
Inside, we painted the floor and nesting boxes with carport pain so I can mop and rinse it out.
Overall, I think they are enjoying it as much as we are.