Two months and two weeks after our chicks arrived, they spent the their first night in their deluxe new purple chicken coop.  It also happened to be the night of my birthday, and there is no birthday present like getting chickens out of your house! Thank you to my hunky husband for building me a beautifully constructed, painstakingly perfect chicken coop. I love it!

Now here’s the construction dude. He looks happy because he is almost done building this. He spent a lot of late nights in the garage working on it. Really, he wasn’t that happy about it, but he looks happy in this picture.

Now the dog is a different story. He doesn’t like the chickens in a coop. He thinks they should be free-range. Look at him here staring them down as only a herding breed can do. Is he going to eat them or is he trying to protect them?

He may be in a down position because of his arthritis, or he may really be wanting to be near them. He loves them in his own special, bossy, I’m the king-of-you kind of way.

Actually, the chickens have given him a new lease on life. He’s almost died in January, and I think they are giving him a reason to get up in the morning. He wants to be right in the middle of everything we do with them, which is typical Aussie behavior. But if he thinks the chickens are mis-behaving, he tries to heel them by biting their tail feathers, and my vet told me that could be potentially life-threatening for a chicken so I always have to be careful.

It’s always exciting around here on our little Point Loma farm!  Happy Memorial Day!