Still At It

No, we didn't give up on the coop. Just the opposite: we've been spending so much time building it that there was no time left to update the blog (sounds like a good excuse). As you can see in these pictures, significant progress has been made.

The roof - with all the complex angles (thanks Tim) is ready for shingles. The whole coop is wrapped and ready for insulation and siding.

The chicks are rapidly increasing in size - we already had to move them into larger cages. Many of them have been named already. Let's see, we have: Sterling, Comet, Curry, Butt Sniffer (ask Stace's dad for an explanation), Slash, Snowball, Dirty Harry, Woodrow, HP and some more that I just can't remember...

Move-in day is getting closer...

Biker Chicks

This photo Stace's mom sent us warrants an informal caption contest.

Here's my entry:
"Two chicks are dressed in small leather jackets, and one is wearing a red bandanna." (I went for informational instead of witty.)

Chickety Check It

As Joe and I say, "It's almost like we know what we're doing."

I don't know about Joe, but I'm starting to feel the pressure to get the digs done. We've got anxious hens peeking out Maggie's window giving us the eye.

And the chicks are anxious as well.

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Awww. Wait-- ewwww.

Awww

Awww.

Chicks Love Us

The one in the back center I named Dirty Harry. It might turn out to be Dirty Harriet.

Right from the start Dirty Harry (named for his dirty blonde color) wasn't taking any crap. (That's not entirely true. They all take a lot of craps.) If Harry wanted to eat-- out of his way! No tiptoeing around dozing chicks for Harry; he knocks over those lazy sleepers!

Harry is one of the first dozen we got from our mentors, Jerrilyn and Jeanette. I'll have to check with Sarah and Skyler for the other names. I know there's Woodrow, Marshmallow, Snowball, Sterling, Slash, and Blackula. And Banana-something?

They all bow to Harry!

Gone with the Wind

Lots of curiosity from folks driving by. This is the view from near Roosevelt Ave. Our most interested oglers are our neighbors to the north. We would have asked them to farm with us, but... Well, that's a lot to tell. Suffice it to say, I personally wasn't interested in involving people I suspect of mowing patches (paths!) through my sidelot on an evening I wasn't home. Weird.

We planned the location of the coop so that the wind generally travels away from our houses. Often it blows north...

We're Back

Yes, Joe and I know plenty of math. But why use calculations when you can just stretch a piece of string where the roof should end up, and then chop away at pieces of 2 x 4 until one actually fits?

I've fallen behind on this blog. Since last I wrote we have had numerous working days, trips to Acra Building Supply, and hot dogs, sandwiches, and pizzas from Maggie. We've worked through rain and shine, and Joe and I caught a goose. I don't feel like writing about all of it. Well, maybe about the goose, but I'm just catching up on the coop right now.