The Payoff.....

That's right. My cute little chirping peeps have turned into floofy, waddling 4-month old chickens. And now my three little redheads have started making me breakfast every morning!

Top: first egg, Bottom: store bought

The golf ball is to help the chicks
learn where to lay

the haul from the first 2 days....

Nothing better......

Coop Zen

Still putting the finishing touches on the run (like doors. those are finishing touches, right?). But life with chickens is good. My girls and I are hangout buddies and they are LOVING poking around the run, looking for bugs and good eats. They are total om-nom-nivores.

More Chickens.

Because, lets face it, everything else that needs done in the house is on hold until the chickens are completely sorted out. Bathroom? Still gutted.  Living room wall? Still disaster. Front yard? don't want to talk about it.

So. Chickens.

The Girls Move OUT! Woot!

That's right. Despite the fact that the coop is not *totally* finished..... (more paint/finish roof/front door and don't get me started on the run that needs to be built....)..... I could not take having house chickens any longer.  So the coop got secured and the girls are even now busily FREAKING OUT at being outside. in the dark. with no sofa to sleep on.

Baby chickens live in the house. Big chickens live outside in the coop. And the "Big Chicken" line has been crossed...

MOM! Why are my chickens in the box??  Rosie worried about her chickens.

It aint pretty, but it's working.

Coop Frustrations.....

Did I mention I'm not a big fan of painting. or priming. or caulking.  This coop is beating me. Slowly but surely the coop is winning the psychological mind game. I just want the damn thing DONE! AARRGGHHHH.

more done, yet more to do.....

Almost ready to paint.

Interior caulked and primed.

Chicken exit side ready for paint.

The Girls, waiting patiently for me to get it together.

Today we say farewell.

For those of you unaware of the chicken drama here, it turns out that one of the 'girls' I purchased as a chick was.....not a pullet. And that is how Lady Di became Little Dave. Now don't get me wrong, Little Dave is cool as hell. He has been a personable dude and he's even been looking out for his girls when they forage in the yard. However. This is a city. And despite being in a county island, there is a definite 'no rooster' policy. And so.

Tonight Little Dave went to live with his foster family. I was so lucky to find him a home where he can get a chance to be a rooster, instead of immediate dinner. So farewell Dave! and may you spend many more days napping in the sun and learning how to crow. We wish you all the best.

Little Daves last day on the circle

Little Dave hanging with the girls

And tomorrow begins a new day explaining this to the girls.....

Still going......

I'd write more but I'm wiped out after work AND coop action today......

 

The Back is On! Screen in the middle.

The chicken exit

still have to finish the interior nest boxes

insulation

first interior panel is in!

Lunch hour coop work

Had an hour (okay, two) today to do a little more work on the coop.....

Installing hardibacker over the plywood floor.

BOTH sides of the roof base on

TCI: Tiny Chicken Inspection Committee wants to see your permits!

Tiny Chicken Inspection Crew naps on their lunch break.

Nope. Nyet.Nein.

No, I did not finish getting the coop framed out last weekend. BUT, in my defense, I was mostly lazy and half broke. So. yeah. I DID manage to get the external nest boxes framed and the center posts in. Word.

AND.... Here are some stinking cute month-old scraggly chickens to hold you over til I get the roof on. Tomorrow.