Things have been a little wild and crazy at my house for the past week or two. My husband had a week long TDY for work because of that and one of his coworkers husbands having made plans a few months prier for that weekend that they left I ended up with one of their kids. My oldest was excited because they are good friends and do not get to see each other as much as they would like. Anyways, the girl got dropped off on a Friday and my husband and his group left early Saturday. At some point on Saturday two of my kids went to stay the night at a friends house, which helped me out but only partly...my oldest and her friend started begging me to say yes to getting a hen from my neighbor who would be selling some of theirs soon. After so begging and talking to my husband on the phone a bit, I managed to say yes to the girls delight. What I did not expect was having them run out the door and a few minutes come back with a rooster and news of having to wait a few minutes before they could get the hen. Since we had not place for them at the time they stuck the chickens in our large dog kennel for the night. The next day we converted part of our shed into a coop for them to sleep in and they had to keep using the dog kennel for when they would be out scratching in the yard. Once my husband got home we built a play yard for the chickens so they would have more room while outside and the our dogs can not get them. Although it is heavy it is able to be moved around our property if and when we need to.
The door on the little white building is the entrance to the chicken coop. Thank goodness that our shed had two doors and was big enough to split for the chickens and our yard supplies. We just had to build a dividing wall which I made my daughter and her friend help build. Her friend has been told that when ever she visits she has to help out with the chickens too. Her friend seems more then happy with that plan and wants to try to come over more now. I am happy to say that my daughter has been doing very good at taking care of the chickens with out being told or gets upset when my husband or I do anything for them. Hopefully it will last.
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