Before I get started with my post about chicken coop day #3, I need to let you know of some changes that have taken place here on Rohr Rd. Apparently I have been calling the future home of my feathered friends by the wrong name. According to Mr. wonderful, it should not be called The Chicken Coop, but rather the Hen House….it’s stupid I know, but…whatever. I’m sorry for any confusion this may cause and I hope this change will not make me look wishy washy……nothing could be further from the truth, it’s just that, sometimes change is inevitable, and sometimes it’s better to just roll with the punches instead of causing a big ruckus. So, after much discussion and consideration…from this day forward…the chicken coop will now be known as the Hen House…and just so ya know, it may read “Hen House” on paper, but in my heart it will always be the “chicken coop” 😉
Now, back to the topic at hand.
Chicken Coop Day….well shoot! This is gonna be harder than I thought! Hen House Day #3 was a very productive day over all. The best part? It was just Mr. wonderful and I. Yep, no kids! It was very nice to spend the day together just having fun. Our third work day was focused solely on the hen house itself….the nesting boxes and the roosts. First, we had to reinforce the wall that the nesting boxes would be mounted on. Sense the little shed that we are converting into the hen house is about 80 years old….reinforcement was a must.
After the wall was finished, it was time to mount our nesting boxes. A special shout out to Darrell Dorsey for these beautiful boxes! I can’t wait for the day when I can reach my hand in one and pull out an egg! Thanks Darrell! It’s looking more and more like a hen house should.
I couldn’t wait to put them on and parade them for Mr. wonderful….I just knew he would love them. I put them on and walked outside to where he was waiting. We walked a little way….and nothing….walked some more….still nothing! Did he not see them? Is he blind? Finally I said, “I can’t believe you haven’t said one word about my new chicken boots! Don’t you like them?” He just looked down, gave me a half grin and said, “yeah boy, them’s some fancy boots you got there…now you’re gonna have to get a fancy feed bucket to match those fancy boots.” “why”, I asked, “what do you mean?” “Well”, he said, “it won’t look right if you carry around an old galvanized bucket with those bright red boots…you need to find a real pretty feed bucket to match them.”
I think he was just kidding but I’m on the hunt for a new matching bucket just in case 😉