Our chicken coop is very old. My great grandparents used it. My grandparents used it. And now we’re using it. While the interior has changed to suit the needs of our flock the outside has remained pretty much the same.
Photographic evidence – Great Grandpa Roy in front of the coop (1930s maybe).
This one was taken a few months ago – see how little has changed?
Years and years and years of Northeastern Ohio weather have really done a number on the coop. We have plans to paint and replace windows and all that jazz but an immediate job arose the other day after some heavy winds – the coop needed a new door.
Remember the other day I mentioned that on a recent Sunday Funday Mike installed a new shop door? Well, the old door was just laying around so eureka! Perfect for the coop!
First things first – remove the old door. The chickens enjoyed the show. I hope you will notice that the handle is an old thread spindle. My grandpa like to reduce, reuse, and recycle as well.
The old door jam from the shop still had the deadbolt fixin’s so we decided to reuse those. The jam already made it up to the fire pit and more bad news – loads of paint and age made removing the bolt pretty difficult. That and the flat head screws that were used.
To quote Mike, “Flatheads are f&%*ing worthless. Worthless!”
But he pried it off anyways and we went back to the shop so he could drill some new holes into the part where the bolt goes.
Only problem – you can’t close the door all the way while you’re inside the coop or you’ll totally lock yourself in there. Uh oh.
The new door is great. It’s much more sturdy and secure and it lets a bit more light into the coop. All good things.
And lastly, it is with a very heavy heart that I have to share some bad news with you – Little Enos, our first turkey poult, died. I just posted a picture of her on our Facebook page showing she had improved. She was finally eating and drinking more on her own and walking around and peeping.
I checked on her after work and she was looking good. When I looked in again just before dinner she was gone. I called Mike in and he wrapped her up and we buried her in the big bed of Lily of the Valley. I only cried a little.
We have several more eggs in the incubator and hopefully we’ll get some good, strong poults this time around.
RIP Little Enos