Ok, I will be the first to admit that my girls are possibly the most spoiled hens on the planet. I shudder when I think of the plight of some poor chickens. They are the most delightful creatures …..they give me eggs and poop for the gardens and many laughs. So why not treat them well?
“Cluckingham Palace” as their coop has been called, is a perfectly nice place most of the time. But a cold front is moving in….lows in the single digits or even below zero (that is Fahrenheit remember)with highs near 20 during the day. That is COLD! Especially day after day. I certainly wouldn’t want to be in an unheated building in that. But Fergus’ old crate is too small for them to do more than sleep….luckily, my wonderful husband came to the rescue. Today, before the cold arrived, he set about making a space for them under the cellar stairs.
We will add a roost eventually…but for now it will be a cozy place…a shelter from the cold.