After weeks and weeks of planning, constructing, and complaining, the Nelson Chicken Coop project has come to its completion. Tonight we’ll introduce our four hens to their new digs, which a particularly hip friend recently exclaimed is a “straight up chicken condo.” [Insert smileyface emoticon]
“But Jonathan, I thought you were a total curmudgeon and wanted nothing in the world to do with pets of any sort, save that uppity cat of yours, and as of just a few months back, the cat was the only non-human mouth breather at Chez Nelson.” I can hear your mockery even as I type.
The kids suckered me into saying yes to a rabbit first, and then, when in late July I left home for a week to attend a conference, their mother paid a visit to a feed store to procure a new hutch for said critter, without consulting me, I might add. Upon my return, I found the house void of people but strangely chirpy with a faint scent of barnyard permeating the downstairs. And there, in the new hutch I discovered beside the kitchen table, were four little balls of feathers.
Upon their return home, I inquired of my three lovely housemates how it was that we had chickens now, and had they realized that we had no coop.
“We figured that if they came, you would build it,” Cynthia said.
I haven’t had time to check into this, because I’ve been rather busy working on a chicken coop for the last nine weekends, but that’s not how I remember that movie quote.
Order of business 1: Get the chickens out of the kitchen.
Order of business 2: Make a plan. This phase is what Cynthia likes to call “analysis paralysis.”
Oh yeah, I drew up 22 pages of detailed plans. [Insert Macaulay Culkin Home Alone emoticon]
Did I mention the weather yet?
Order of business 3: Procure materials.
What follows is a progression of iPhone pics of the construction as it went along. Today, as I have come to the end of this journey, I feel the need to commemorate each and every step. Enjoy!