
When I lifted the tissue and found four baby chicks,
I was stunned. If you have ever felt love at first sight, then you know what
kind of stunned I mean. I had raised a chick when I young, but the only words I
could find were “What do I do with them?” Fortunately, my friend came prepared with
temporary shelter, wood shavings, a feeder, food, and a small watering trough.
She got me and the chicks sorted out with her usual warm efficiency.
It was the perfect gift. Calicocoa, Griffin and Richard
Parker agree. I’m pretty sure Griffin would like to chase them. Calicocoa would
like to feel them with her mouth. Richard Parker stares at them with wide, ambitious eyes; she is truly incapable of hiding her inner predator.

That's correct. My lifestyle has descended to the point where there is poultry living in my bedroom, and I'm content with that. I have designs on moving them to the large dog crate in our Versailles bathroom someday soon. What diva wouldn't put her chickens in an lavishly appointed, marble-lined room until they are old enough to live in a coop?
And that chicken coop is not just a shed. Our property came equipped with a rock star chicken coop complete with nesting boxes, feeder bins and vertical sliding hatch that can all be accessed from a service area in the barn without entering the coop. Certainly, it's a step down from the Versailles bathroom, but I'm taking suggestions on how to spruce it up. A chandelier? A disco ball? Hmmm...
The interior of the coop could use some cleaning and sprucing up. Design ideas? |
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