It's been completed for months, but I suppose I haven't made a public declaration of my love for this coop. Not only did we build it (and we all built it, lest you miss the little drill holes of evidence peppering the surface of the 2 x 4s.)
Though it was tempting to add some windows and extra woodworking flourishes, we honored our novice skills and made only superficial design choices. Throw on some lights, a decoration here and there, a twisted vine for a door handle and a natural branch ramp up to the henhouse, and we felt we had ample room to artistically "play." Staining our adirondack chairs and the kids picnic bench and adding them, along with our beloved cat tree, handmade by our friends in Mexico, to the patio next to the coop, and we have a great outdoor living space.
But the art wasn't complete without a mural for the chickens to appreciate.
"I'm painting eggs, Mama, so they know that this is where they should lay their eggs."
I think the mural is the chicken's favorite part, for sure. (And my, how they've grown! It's amazing how fast they go from fluffy balls to full-grown, clucky ladies.)
