There really is a roundabout point to the title. Stay with me here.
Ever see that musical The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas? Love it – and the stage-to-film adaptation is pretty good. The title is a lyric from the opening number. Here at The Pines, besides actually being a just a piddly squatin old time country place, yesterday we had a few hours left over, and we started building my little Chicken House. No worries – I’m not planning on opening a brothel on the property. However, I know myself well; and I know when I see chickens at the County Fair, I’ll end up bringing a few home.
Yesterday morning, I quick drew up a plan for a three or four hen condo (based on lots of research over time), and when we found we had some time at the end of the day, we started framing the poulet pied-à-terre. I’ve already made a few changes – swapped the human sized door to the tall side (duh) and put the window in a different place. I’ll have two nesting boxes and a perch inside, and we’ll open it up each morning, door leading to their little pecking yard. Once we’re done with the framing and siding, we’ll caulk it draft-free, and I’ll be all set. Bubbler in the waterer, and we’re ready for a few new family members.
The neat part? Free. Entirely salvage. Even the window is salvage from the house. (I admit, I did pick up a few hinges from the hardware store last night.) Even have some shingles for the roof. So, what? Maybe … a week and a half to a few Rhode Island Reds? Sounds about right.
And I promise to name one of them after the Proprietress of the film-version Chicken Ranch … Miss Mona.