So we’ve been doing a ton of work on the coop this week.  We painted it and finally got locks that work (though some of them still need to be installed.)  My husband helped me mount the door and then he, Beanie, and I sanded it down so it would open and close smoothly.  The baby chicks are all doing well, we still hold each one every day and most of them are very calm once you get them in hand.  I gave them a few pieces of cantaloupe yesterday and they stood about six inches away in a little line staring at it.  Then one would jump over the food and rush back in line to wait for the fruit to launch a counter attack.  This lasted a few minutes and I got bored.  My daughter looked in about half an hour later and said “Hey they really like those melons!” Once they figured out how delicious they were it was pretty adorable.

My fantastic husband is 6'2" so that gives you an idea how tall this coop really is! Good luck you evil raccoons!

The floor is finished on the inside and will never look as good as it does right now!

 

Beanie helps sand the door frame.

So now that the coop is pretty much assembled and painted we’ve pushed our focus to the fence.  We’ve decided to make two separate yards for the chickens and rotate on a 4-6 month basis so we can give the ground a rest.  The kids were out helping with that too…my hubby has the patience of a saint with these little helpers.  🙂

Bubba and Beanie help Daddy tighten the fencing onto the poles.

 

 

Sinking the poles for the coop's fence.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beanie wanted a few pretty extra touches added on to the coop (she wasn’t a fan of it being brown) so I free-handed some tulips onto the nest box door.  She approved.

 

 

That’s our coop update.  One last little bit of excitement was our flood yesterday.  Now I just wanted to impart a teeny little piece of knowledge.  I am sure you’ve all heard that it only takes a second for a kid to drown in a bathtub, but what you may not know is that it takes less than a minute for a 2 1/2 yr old to dump half a bathtub’s worth of water onto the ground.  I also learned that it is extremely difficult to get water out of heating ducts, but not difficult for the water to drip from the heating ducts onto the drywall and into our downstairs light fixtures.  It was a…fun…evening.  I did get some great advice from my aunt when I called her and my uncle in a panic: “Maybe don’t let the toddler have a bucket as a bath toy.”  Touche.

ahhhh isn't that a pretty little coop. (Or as Bubba calls it, the Chicken House.)

...in case you didn't know what those oval things were, the ones sitting under the chickens...