Tractor time

So I got these chickens. To lay eggs and eat weeds and fertilize the garden. Only they're living on my kitchen table, eating organic chick starter and kicking sawdust all around the room. No eggs in sight for at least 2 months.

...and in my basement, is all the crap left by my lovely but former roommate. He says he's coming to get it someday, but that day keeps fading into the future.

This weekend, an inspired solution evolved--make a tractor out of the junk in the basement! You know every farm needs a tractor (in the chicken world, a little portable daytime pen is called a tractor).

Just a little whirligig with the power tools, a couple of near misses with the saw, and presto, a futon frame becomes a daytime pen for the ladies. Valerie and Tulip made sure there would be room for the chickies even if they got VERY large. And did some stapling as well.

The next day dawned sunny, and the ladies spent their first day soaking up the rays and decimating the dandelions.

A parade of neighbors came on by to admire and inquire and I sat in the sun watching the gals. Way to earn your keep and foster community, girls!
Next project on the list--the coop!