Last year, my Mother and I spotted a unique chicken coop in the January issue of Sunset Magazine. It was a triangular shape in bright yellow with happy chickens looking out from a forested backyard neatly sitting on a bed of cedar chips. We drooled over that coop for more than a year. Just owning the coop and installing it in the backyard would have been enough. It was designed by a landscape architect from California; unique, modern and definitely a conversation piece. Even though it looked like a piece of contemporary farm art it did have a purpose. We started to get the itch. We could save money by raising our own egg laying chickens. Chickens that had room to roam and scratch. Chickens that weren't injected with hormones. Chickens that would be treated humanely. Visiting the farm store, hearing their chirps and peeps and seeing their soft, fluffy little bodies dashing from one side to the other of their enclosure convinced me that I had to have one, two or three. And that was the number that the coop would comfortably hold, the number that the city would allow a home owner to raise within the city limits. I contacted the designers of the coop and we made our purchase. It was to be delivered by FedEx within the next week. Now to pick out our chickens.
Resource for coop: www.chickencribs.com
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