Anyway, the coop du jour is almost finished over here, which is really great because the girls are getting bigger and more energetic with every passing hour. It seems like just yesterday we were wiping their butts with q-tips and now they fly out of their pen every time we remove the screen top and keep asking me to buy them latest One Direction album. They grow up so fast...
Mr. W has been working furiously to install all the final pieces of the coop—like the automatic door that will let the ladies into their run every morning. What can I say? We are lazy farmers that like our sleep. And Mr. W likes projects that allow him to geek out.
|The roof of the coop is "green" which will help keep it cool—and give us a little extra rosemary for the kitchen.|
|The greenhouse side of things is in full swing but still needs a real window on the south side. We'll add one when we swap out the windows in our house sometime later this year.|
We may move the girls out to their coop later this week if the weather stays nice. I'm a little torn on how I feel about doing this. I'm looking forward to cleaning the inch of chicken-spawned dust that is currently coating every surface in the guest room, but I will definitely miss peeking in on them and hearing their little cheeping every time I walk down the hallway. Perhaps I'll buy chicken costumes for the cats to help me through the transition.
My all-time favorite thing the girls have been doing recently—and will continue to do as they grow to full size—is take sand baths. Apparently they like the feeling of grit between their feathers, so they completely go to town rolling around in their sandbox (an 8" x 12" Pyrex baking pan) and kicking up dust all over the place. They were lulled into an almost catatonic state of bliss last night after doing this for about 10 minutes. It's hysterical to watch.