That's right. That is MY chicken coop in MY backyard. This is not an inspiration post. This is an actually happening in my backyard right now post. You're jealous, right?
On Thursday night my dad delivered the coop that he built from scratch. My dad happens to be the kind of guy who, upon realizing that his daughter needs a housing structure for her chickens, goes and builds one. Even if the fact that his daughter wants to keep chickens leaves him wondering where he went wrong as a parent.
As you can see this coop is a high quality item. The hinges and pin for the door were custom welded by Mr. My Dad and there is tons o' room for the ladies to roost and get their nesting on. This coop is also one heavy mother and took the strength of six men to haul it into our yard. Because, let's face it, there is no way any kid of my dad's is going to raise chickens in some trashy lean-to. The thought is simply unacceptable.
Right now the chicks spend their days outside and their nights inside in their Rubbermaid palace. We are excited for the day when they get to go outside full time which will probably be in a couple of weeks. Fingers crossed.
When Jen was here she informed me that my coop must have a name. And I was all, "what the what?" I didn't know it had to have a name! I'm currently accepting suggestions. That along with a few more touch ups (painting the frame, connecting a pulley to the chicken door, building the nest boxes) and those chicks are in business. Four very lucky ladies if you ask me.
So what do you think? Seriously, my dad will want to hear how awesome you think the coop is.