Here's a little story....
We love chickens. Or, should I say, I love chickens.

I love little chicks, pullets, layers, retired layers, and roosters (until they start crowing at obscene hours).


I also love the idea of free range chooks. Chooks having access to bugs and grass and happiness and sunshine. We have free range ch ooks. About 30 of them (give or take a few losses when foxy loxy lurks about). Our chooks have a lovely life. They roam.
Problem.
They roam.
They poo.
Everywhere.
I started to dream. Dreams of walking to the washing line barefoot. Dreams of walking on our verandah in bare feet. Dreams of walking into our house (yes, I am serious) without any feathered friends hiding in baskets....


While their freedom was grand, it was taking it's toll...
Then came our clever friends...
After housesitting (and some nasty chicken lice), they too agreed, enough was enough.
But, here's the difference... they are CLEVER. They can use wood and nails and put them together in special ways (and they have no children and this amazing thing called TIME).
. 
After lots of drawings and lots of clever moments , a new coop was made (upcycling old feed bags to waterproof the roof and floorboards... I told you they are clever).
And then, this amazing coop was carried into an amazing FENCED off paddock.


Now, we have about 30 free range chooks. These chooks have plenty of space. They're safe from foxy loxy (thanks to the deep trench that was dug and fence that was buried in - we won't mention the septic and phone lines which were severed - but repaired nonetheless).
And, aside from being able to hang the laundry barefooted, another highlight is....

... and we don't even have to race the dog to find random nests (the dog has lost a bit of weight as of late).
Progress.
You know where to come if you need any eggs (that is until winter sets in ... but we won't talk about that either).


Also just discovered Leme Cam... fun.
See, I told you this was eggs-cellent....