There's a lot of weird stuff that rattles around the corners of a farm.
|The mailbox at camera right was under a bunch of blackberry brambles|
and had our address painted on the side. I thought purple would be more fun.
Our farm came with a lot of weird stuff. Much of it has gradually been hauled away, given away, recycled, or, in several cases, upcycled--into something new and useful.
|Henhouse frame, late November|
Last fall we decided that we really needed a permanent henhouse in the New Garden.
When not busy growing vegetables, we like the gardens to house chickens, who busily sort through the stall cleanings and kitchen refuse that we throw in. The oldest garden now has soil more than 12" deep, thanks to our hens.
|Santa Jim sets up the roof beams|
So, beginning with some paper napkin sketches, Santa Jim sorted through various piles of weird stuff to find materials suited to building a chicken house.
|We scored the metal "skin" from our friend Cathy at Cascade Gold Akel Tekes. |
These pieces are cut from the "door holes" cut out of her barn siding!
...and then I remembered the old mailbox that had been kicking around and had gotten run over by blackberry bushes.
"Do you think we could...?" I asked Santa Jim.
|We put out a call on Facebook for other unwanted mailboxes.|
I've been getting impatient lately because it's time to plant stuff , but the Old Garden was still full of chickens and the henhouse in the New Garden wasn't finished yet.
|Violet and Minerva help me turn the soil in the Old Garden,|
but they can't stay there once I've planted the seeds!
Jim pushed daylight for more than a couple of days, and finally announced that the new henhouse was ready for chickens!
|Extra nerd points for the sign on the door.|
The hens are locked inside until they are using the laying boxes reliably--
should be only 2 or 3 days.
We moved the chickens in last night.
|Inside the hen house, chickens play awkward games to pass the time|
between eggs. This is Charades: "sounds like...wing? feather? flap?"
At night it's poker. They have terrible poker faces.
The bright colors make me giggle.
And this morning...
|Violet laid her egg just as I opened the door|
Ding! You have...egg!
Yep. The Vernal Townhouse makes me smile.