So I’ve had an itch for some time now. A chicken itch.
The Anne of Green Gables portion of my heart is rebelling. It’s taking over! I am currently knitting socks. Yes, socks. And I am loving it a lot. I also want to run away and live on a farm and have sheep. And sheer the sheep, and spin the wool, and hand dye the yarn, and knit beautiful things… And grow all of my food, and can, and pickle, and preserve things… and compost… maybe even keep bees… and goats, and make goat cheese. My Anne heart is ambitious.
While I can’t run away and buy a farm just yet, I CAN have chickens. Wonderful, sweet, chickens pecking and strutting about.
My stepson has weekly play dates (I still feel awkward using that word) with his friend. Well, every time I’ve picked him up thus far he and his equally silly chum have been hiding under the bed, giving themselves away by giggles and light sabers poking out. Well, last week they were playing in the backyard, and this is what I found there…
A Chicken Castle! The mom said her husband build it, with the thought that if he made it big enough, perhaps she would keep the chickens inside it most of the time, and they would no longer restroom on the porch… He also thought that in case his wife tired of chicken-keeping, he could still use the structure for a shed or greenhouse.
I love how they built it around the tree– really neat. I also love the door frame; they got it at Home Depot on clearance. Super creative.
Here are some other swoon-worthy coops I’ve found…
I’ll be sure to share once I’ve scratched this itch of mine. Any chicken owners or want-a-be chicken owners out there?