We have been building our chicken coop. Translated to mean, Tim has been building and I have been suggesting, feeding, offering support, back patting and climbing in and rubbing the building lovingly and with purpose. He will remember that we built it together. He always gives me more credit than deserved.
But together we love chickens equally. They give back. They talk to you. They have communities and hierarchies. They even have wars. Chickens can be more melodramatic than actors from the 30's. They express their agonies and fears.They hold strikes and withdraw egg laying if you forget to do something in their contract. They don't mind being cuddled and held if they have an intimate relationship with you.
So bit by bit the coop is being built by my careful and caring partner. For me. For our little domain.
Our beautiful feathered birds should be here next weekend. Black Copper Marans. French swamp hens who lay eggs like shiny, copper coins.
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| Always measures twice. |
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| Not a simple cut and paste coop for me. |
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| Tim seems to like building in the pouring rain. |
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| My new chicken home is now waiting for the leaded glass windows. |
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