Chicken Coop Drama

Well, I was all excited about chickens. I did tremendous amounts of research, connected with a few local folks that have backyard/urban chickens, and bought a chicken coop.

Then, I was panicked. What the HELL am I going to do with CHICKENS? In my yard? In suburbia? Who's going to watch them when we're on vacation? I don't think we have racoons in the area, but what if we do and they try to kill my flock?

I called to cancel my chicken coop order, but they informed me it was already on the freight truck and it was too late.

This must be a sign from the universe that I'm meant to have a few clucking little hens wandering the yard. I'm leaning towards naming them Thelma and Louise. If I'm going to have hens,  I might as well make them badass, men-hating crazy gals, right?

Anyway - here's the coop I ordered:

The reviews all said good things like: easy to assemble, spacious, sturdy in high wind, easy to move. I plan on making a few modifications to add a reflective roof that will help deflect heat in the summer and increasing security so potential intruders can't get in (racoons, stray cats, etc).

Let's use this image as our baseline. Once I get the coop and assemble it, we'll have a little comparison to see if I am capable of following directions.

I ask myself this question at least once a day: What the hell am I doing?