We have an old playhouse on our property. It is in horrible shape, so much so that we have never let the kids play in it. It had holes in the floor, wasps nests in the ceiling, and the door had fallen off the hinges.
So, for the last two and a half years we have used it to store bikes, helmets and scooters and all the outdoor toys that come with 9 children living in one home.
But, since the chicks were outgrowing their Rubbermaid box, it was time to make them a proper chicken coop.
Turns out, Junky Playhouse was a chicken coop sometime in the past. How handy!
It already had a little chicken door and chicken wire on most of the windows. On Saturday, Mr. Darcy patched a few windows, the holes in the floor, and repaired the broken door.
Then Mr. Darcy repaired the door and our coop was all ready to go.
Isn’t it cute? Okay, well… maybe not exactly cute. But, listen, if you were me and you’d had those stinky birds pooping in your house for the last month, you would want to marry that chicken coop. And I do.
Someday when I’ve run out of house projects, I think I’ll have to paint it a nice turquoise or something. I mean, it has a dutch door! So much potential cuteness!
We found an old dresser to turn into their nesting boxes.
Now that we have each have our own spaces, I find myself kind of smitten with these little guys again. Oh, and I don’t think I ever mentioned that we have ten now. Ten little chicks make a lot of stinky in a house. I am just saying. Don’t judge me. They were not very good house guests.