Fast forward three years to my now uber-healthy husband who wants to eat farm fresh eggs; and what does he want to get? You guessed it - chickens.
|The boys set up seats in the mudroom|
for chick-watching <3
These cuties are holed up in a horse trough in my mudroom. Why, yes, you read that correctly - I now have a horse trough in my house!The yellow gal in the back is a Light Brahma; the dark yellow one in the center and the darkest one at the left are Easter Eggers; the other three are Rhode Island Reds.
Funny thing about buying chickens: they make you buy a minimum of six chickens. They are small and relatively inexpensive, so this in and of itself is not a big deal. What is a big deal is that chicken coops apparently generally are capable of housing 4-5 grown chickens. Now who's bright idea was this? It's like the hotdog:bun ratio; they sell hotdogs in packages of eight and buns in packages of 10. The only plausible explanation for this is it must be a conspiracy - I can think of no other good reason.
|The Dream Coop|
This one is my favorite - you'll be shocked to know they say it houses 3-4 chickens. I'm still trying to figure out how to improvise with it. Otherwise, Shawn may have to build a coop for me!
And for those of you keeping score on The Great Bird Debate - no, we do not own a Purple Martin house ;)