Last year my sister Alyx and her husband Virgil moved to Washington from Alaska. They live in their RV in our back yard. And Alyx has always wanted chickens. A month or so ago I got the idea that we could tear down the kids' play structure we've had for over 20 years, and put up a chicken area in its place. I told Art about my idea and he went outside and looked at the play structure and stood there and thought about it for a while. A few days later he texted our grandson Kyle and asked if he'd to earn some money. Of course Kyle said yes - he's 15 and can always use the cash - and Kyle came over for two or three days and he and Art dismantled the play structure. Ladders and floors and roof trusses and a slide and two swings and a ship's steering wheel came down and lay all over the rear section of our side yard.
Then Kyle came over again and helped Art as he repurposed all the wood from the play structure and created a two-story chicken condo. And then Kyle had enough money so he wasn't available, and then Virgil came out and he and Art added doors and fencing.
Then Alyx and her friend Linda went to Portage Bay Grange in Seattle and brought home six pullets (3-month-old egg layers to be) and straw and wood chips and containers for food and water.
The ladies have been here for a week. They have been named Marge, Shyla, Rhoda, Winnie, Mamba and Mary Jane. They have grown. They eat more than the man at the Grange said they would. They have figured out how to get in and out of their coop. They are grand entertainment.
Alyx the Chicken Farmer has her own opinions. You can read about them here.