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One must be centered before one works |
This past Saturday morning was a lovely morning. So lovely in
fact I had a little to eat and then went right to work on the next phase of the
coop. I am calling this phase two, the addition of a base and a door. There
will be a phase three in a few months, which will be the addition of a nesting
box.
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She asked to help all day long, so when I could, I did |
I am going to keep this post simple. I hope. I hoped the
same thing for phase two, but things got a little complicated. I spent a good
amount of time squatting or sitting and just looking at what I had assembled so far
and trying to figure out the next step. I had dimensions I had to work with in
on paper, but everything else was either in my head or being made up as I went
along.
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Fitting the floor |
I built the base. It was fairly simple, but then fitting to the
existing coop, well, that was one step above simple. It eventually fit,
with some skill saw and router action. I then thought up this contraption about
a removable floor. Why removable. Well, the thought is for ease of cleaning. I
don’t know if that is how it will work out in practice, but in theory and build
that was what I was going for. I ended up making three sections. They fit, but
I have not yet done the remove and clean thing yet. The last build for phase
two was a door. This was the most straight forward and simple part of the build.
I even added a little flair. I had two hinges that had a bit of rust on them. I
don’t know what I bought them for years ago, or if I even bought them, I might
have found them. However they came into my life, they were here and they had a
bit of rust on them. I brushed them a bit with a wire brush and then had the
thought I should hit them with a little paint. I walked over to the paint
basket in the garage and the first can and color on top was a nice purple Jenn
had use to paint Geneva’s bed. Perfect I thought. A minute later, I had purple
hinges. I found a latch, again, I have no idea if or why I had bought it, but
it was bought and paid for at some time by someone. I was and am very proud of the door. But it is just a door.
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Base done, floor done, door in progress |
The door also made me realize something about my design and
building skills, or lack there of. I really enjoy designing and building useful
things. Mostly to do with general home function or gardening and now farming. I think this is because
of a few things. One, things don’t always have to look like a finished piece of
furniture or cabinetry. Things can look a little rough. Two, function is ahead
of form but does not need to be completely ignored. Three, because of one and
two, you can use what you have, or use less than perfect materials. And fourth
and last, you can fudge a little, well, a lot. If something doesn’t fit, make
it fit. Shave something down, cut something more. If it is too small, add more
wood or screws or glue. You just have a lot more leeway.
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The door |
So, base, floor and door. All complete and functioning as intended,
except the floor. It is still unproven as a removable cleanable floor. The
chicks like it. I have been throwing all sorts of beat up and old vegetables in
there and they love it. Geneva puts all sorts of stuff in there too. One
problem that has presented itself is they peck at the chicken feeder a lot, and
a good amount of feed falls out and through the floor onto the ground. I am
going to have to make some sort of fitted tray to put under it to catch and
recycle some of the feed. The door does make the day to day feed and water
refills a non-issue.
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A peek on the inside |
In closing, and to talk about the chickens at least once in
this blog about chickens. They are doing well. They eat all the time and seem
to like their new house. I held both of them in my lap for a while the other
day and they seemed to be very happy and content to just sit there. And man are
they warm. On a funny, and not so funny note. I guess either flies or mosquitoes
have been landing on my feet and ankle area. Well, when the chicks are around
me, they see those bugs as a meal, but in pecking said meal they peck me as
well. The first time was funny and startling. The second time lost some of its
humor. The third time, flat out not funny. I have to keep my eyes on where they
are in reference to where I am standing, or I might feel an unexpected peck.
Sounds funny, but it definitely sounds funnier than it is. It's tough being a chicken farmer. Even slightly hazardous, but just slightly.
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Free ranging |