Sunday, February 10, 2013

coop

To T's chagrin I'm getting all worked up about chickens (and thus) a coop. I'm spending my weekend drawing pictures similar to the one below and recruiting help from my handy Pop, despite the fact that our addition is still a shell without insulation or siding and we should (thus) be reserving all our labor, resources, and requests for help for that not-even-half-finished venture.

But chickens! I want their eggs and I want their shit for my gardens and most of all I want them for my children. I was raised with chickens and I believe it is an important thing for children to a) learn to care for animals, b) have as much contact as possible with the source of their food and c) have to go outside twice a day, no matter the weather, to water, feed and gather. I believe doing so takes us outside of our selves and our heads in radically important ways. So...a coop. Looking somewhat like the one below.

I'll keep you posted.



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    1. Hi Sara! Yes, me too, though I think I'll put mine on skids that can be pulled. I also think your project this semester is getting me all inspired...thank you!

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  2. Might you be tempted to rush out to them in the night with a little nip of whiskey? I sometimes am and we don't get snow here, but I mostly do with some porridge leftovers after breakfast, poor things. Best of luck with the coop and you know this already but the rewards will be tenfold the effort :)

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    1. Loving the image of whiskey-drunk chickens. But I guess porridge would be a wiser choice. It's cold out there, but they won't be the first chicken to survive a Vermont winter!

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