The Poulet Rouge entertainment complex is a hit!
As much as my husband likes to complain about my hare brained ideas, he doesn’t at all mind talking to all the beautiful women who stroll by with their kids and dogs and gush about how much they love our chickens. So he has pretty much gone limp when it comes to curtailing my chicken coop habit.
It started with this little coop three years ago …
Then I got this coop …
Of course I needed to paint it …
No self-respecting chicken coop goes without a chandelier …
The Silkies are too small to manage the wooden ladder, so my buddy Ryan welded a custom ladder for their tiny, feathery tootsies.
I have always wanted a Little Free Library of my own so I made this one from a kit …
People swarmed to my unplugged entertainment complex.
My neighbors had a bunch of flagstone left over from their yard so I hired a wonderful stonemason to fashion a patio. He really ran with the chicken theme …
My stonemason’s helper spoke little English so it was tricky explaining that I buried Lola in that vicinity and not to freak out if he came across a cat skeleton.
Yay Google translation!
Then I spent a shitload of money at The Home Depot …
And I got a cement bench off of Craigslist which was too heavy to set on my own but this really nice lady named Emily stopped to chat about the chickens on her way home from a job interview …
Chiquita helped, too.
Did I mention that Chicky is my dog now? After taking him on vacation I sent Tabby this text …
I send her regular updates …
Anyway, Tabby visited us in the middle of the project …
Back to the coop, I planted all those flowers I bought and picked up a few big pots from Craigslist. You’d think Loony would be proud of me but no …
The last thing that was bothering me was the roof. It was a corrugated plastic that looked flimsy and didn’t match the décor …
Et voila!
Now I’m done. I swear.
What started as a tiny idea … “Let’s get a chicken tractor!” turned into a giant project. One that has brought me so much happiness and satisfaction and has brought so many people into our lives.
I love chatting with strangers. I love making people happy. I love being able to say this project is 100% my doing. And I love that the only thing I factored into my decision making process was does it make my heart sing?
Put a little henhouse in your soul.
