Tell me what you think friends. Wouldn't our old tool shed make an adorable chicken coop? (Please say yes.) There would be a fresh coating of new yellow paint for the faded siding. The weathered white trim would welcome some new paint too and the geraniums that would be planted lovingly in the window boxes would be the reddest of reds. There would be an old worn rusty hook hung by the door with a wire basket on it for gathering the fresh layed eggs. Maybe there would even be a small sign on the door that would read HAPPY HENS LIVE HERE.
Time would be passed sitting on this old tractor seat that is buried up on the hill. Time spent sitting and guarding my hens while they scratch and peck for worms and bugs in the backyard. They would have pretty names like Violet, Clara and Dora. I would affectionately call them my girls. They would be well cared for, protected and loved. They would be my happy hens.
My girls would lay the freshest and best eggs on the street. Shhhh, (we won't mention that they would be the only girls on the street.) My girl's eggs would be free. Given only to people who value and appreciate there worth. I would know the feeling of satisfaction from a job well done and a dream fulfilled. Hmm, sounds like my dream has found some roots.
"There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality, and then there are those who turn one into the other."
Douglas H. Everett
From Beyond My Kitchen Window