Our six backyard chickens are officially settled into the coop. The garden around the coop is still a work in progress. But you guys – we have chickens!
I still can’t believe my husband (with some help from my dad) BUILT our chicken coop. My dad is a super woodworker fellow who built houses for a living before retiring last year. My husband is a business guy who wore a seersucker suit to work today. During our first home improvement project as new homeowners in Atlanta, my dad didn’t have the heart to tell him he was wearing his new tool belt backwards.
For a wedding present my aunt even gave me a pink toolbox stocked with tools and poem in it about always calling my dad for builder guy help. And now, my husband built me a chicken coop! Fifteen years of marriage will take you a L-O-N-G way. And nothing shows how much he loves me more than the fact that he BUILT me a chicken coop. A darn cute one too!
This is The Balking Bungalow. Home to Orange Monkey, Polly, Cottontail, High Five, Lady and Summer.
I love their personalities so much. They are all different breads. Because if I was going to have chickens I was going to do it up right.
The black one staring at you is a Polish chicken, Polly. My oldest girl insisted on having Polish chicken, known for thier fun feathery heads. The white one is Cottontail. She is an Americana and known as Martha Stuart’s favorite breed because she lays beautiful blue easter eggs. The other breed I had to have was a Silver Laced Wyandotte. That’s Lady, because her description says she always dressed for a ball. Super fun! Right?
The baby chicks came from mypetchicken.com. We picked them up from the post office four days after we arrived home from the beach this summer. 
Two years ago, when our city was getting it’s first urban backyard chicken ordinance I supported it and wanted to get chickens. Then, in the middle of a huge home renovation, while calming a still new dog, and adopting a second cat – my husband put his foot down and said, “It’s me or the chickens.” He even said he’d keep driving if he came home and found chickens in the backyard.
And now look. The backyard is full of sweeties in the Peck-and-Play (it’s called that for real). Kids included! Now who couldn’t love that?
I think he earned the title Mr. Simply Natural with this one.
