...seriously, the first dozen times or so the kids went to the feed store, they came home with a baby chick - each! they also brought more than one, more than once...
So I'd ask them: Where are you going to put them!?
"In the pump house, in the chicken box"
The chicken box, whose previous life was served as a parakeet fly about, does indeed sit in the pump house, equipped with a chicken light, feeder, water...and in these early days of summer, it gets HOT, very, very hot...
...and so the days passed, with a chick chick here, and a pluck pluck there, until thirty four chicks later (throw in a couple of turkeys and three ring neck pheasants for good measure) - we were ready for a serious "coup" or at least a very small revolution....
enter mr. sassafras - handy dandy tools and all....it took him a couple of weeks - a few buckets of sweat plus an unspecified number of trips to the supply store, but there it stands...a chicken palace...with outdoor livin' and all
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