The Hales have received City Council approval to own chickens and have begun building a coop that would withstand a hurricane. Below are some photos of the building project.
My neighbor, Jarrod, is the real brains behind this operation. Here he employs some sub-contractors to stress test the floor of the hen house.
No big deal. Just me and "my" Dewalt circular saw looking manly.
Cutting the chicken door the way Jarrod taught me. The amazing part is that I measured it correctly and the hole was indeed between the studs. That was the first time I measured anything correctly.
Photo by Bethany Jane Hale (4 years old). I am saying, "Bethany, you have to aim this thing at my face." And, yes, I do customarily hang out with a tape measure clipped to my pocket.
Roofing in the noon day heat. I make Claire do all the hot jobs while I sip lemonade in the shade and take photos.
The 50 pound, hand crafted, door with 3/4 inch, rough sawn oak veneer.
The door installed, and it actually swings closed! Helen is testing to see if any chickens could escape the oaken fortress.
Can't you just hear me saying, "Wait, wait until I pick up some manly hardware before you take the photo!"
I estimate only about three more months of coop crafting before the project is complete. Ugh!
Ahem… You didn’t MAKE me staple the tar paper.I did it completely of my own accord. HaHaHa
I like all the photos of Edward shivering in the background wrapped in his towel. (Actually I think Edward is wrapped in YOUR beach towel dad.)
YES! That is my beach towel, and lately I keep finding it wet and balled up and laying in a pile of dirt and sawdust. Lucky that boy is cute wrapped in the towel or he might receive a good ol’ locker room towel woopin’
This is very cool. I am very proud of all of you! You are doing a great job!
GREAT progress and a lot of helpers! I know of someone who fried some wires at church the other day and shut the whole building down… and walked away from it! Thank you Mr Wettstein for your assistance for that someone!
You are making such a beautiful home for this chichins. Do you think the parakeet could live in there with them too?
If he parakeet keeps biting my neck and landing on my head during meals, he/she might be sentenced to the chicken coop. Of course, I would have to tie a bowling ball to her leg to keep her from squeezing through the chicken wire.
I meant, THOSE chichens.
Dear Audience,
My beautiful wife is making fun of our 2-year-old who keeps talking about “chichens” even though there are no chichens yet. Still, she knows the coop is going to hold chichens some day. (And we may never use the word “chickens” again now that Lydia has made up a cuter word.)