April 13, 2011 by themommahen
The walls are closing in, we’re stepping on each other’s toes and generally getting pretty ticked off with each other because we’re running out of room for our growing brood. Funny — I’m talking about the chickens but that could describe the humans here as we enter month three of living with my parents. Well, it could if my parents and husband weren’t so awesome.
Sure there are natural growing pains and things certainly aren’t perfect all the time. If I tell my mom one more time that her electric stove top is inferior to natural gas or ask my dad where he’s going when he’s used to walking out the door without answering to anyone, they might kick me out. Not really, but it’s tough meshing multiple generations and families together under one roof. You should see the look I give my dad when the kids get snacks from him after they’ve already brushed their teeth and are getting ready to go upstairs. And when you move back in with your parents, it’s really easy to revert back to our old self — the one you used to be when you last lived with them, which in my case was when I was 18. Poor Mom and Dad. Of course, living with me is always a bed of roses, just ask my husband.
The chickens are another story, however. It is TIME for them to go to the coop. Not necessarily according to the books we’ve read and research we’ve done, (which generally say don’t move them out to the coop until at least 6 weeks) but at three weeks and counting, we’re quickly running out of room. And check out the Guineas — don’t they look prehistoric? I tried to get a close-up of their feet because chicken feet really gross me out and theirs are huge, but they wouldn’t sit still long enough.
So the good news is that while we wait for our townhouse in Chicago to sell, their new home is almost ready. Just need to get the roof on and move it to where we want it. I think this has to be the sturdiest coop ever built (knock on wood that I didn’t just jinx it) and should really just be called a house. Bottom line, the chickens are getting their own new house while us humans are gonna continue shacking up together. But I’m bettin’ we’ll have better memories.