No, not that Gitmo.
THIS Gitmo. No longer will Gitmo be used for the confinement of dogs. Instead, from now on it will house and nurture happy, productive chickens. Those we don’t murder with axes, butcher and stew, that is…
Landlady did a beautiful job of roofing the dog chicken yard, to protect against raptors and escape inadvisable excursions.
The entire perimeter, door and walls included, is now hardened against any critters that might try to dig their way in. Nothing bigger than a mouse could get in there now – and such visits would probably be rather brief and stressful. Who knew chickens are predators?
This was clever. I never would have thought of this.
Feeders made from old ABS drainpipe! She just cut wide slots out, plugged them, installed them in elbow fittings! I do believe these will work great.
This was my only contribution. I cut two juniper stumps to size and trimmed off all the vertical branches for roosting places. One on the side here, another in a far corner. Those milk crates on the shelves will be nesting boxes.
I was impressed. And the boys are getting used to spending more time in the Lair when I have to be gone, instead of getting shuffled off to Gitmo every other day. Two dozen young chickens will be arriving in less than two weeks. Most of the boy chickens are slated for a rather brief stay, I’m afraid, and then some of the hens will join me at the Lair. It’s like the logical extension of “don’t put all your eggs in one basket.”
If ignorance is bliss, then happy chickens don’t realize their happiness depends on their productivity. Hmm. I better get busy.
Nice.
No sure it you have racoons down there but if so, they’ve been known to reach through the wire and grab a chicken that’s too close the the side of the run. They then pull and munch. Hardware cloth around the bottom prevents this. Chickens need shade too.