Somewhere a long the way I convinced my adoring husband that we needed chickens. We needed little baby chickens that we could nurture and love and watch grow into stunning hens who would, without question and lovingly, provide us with breakfast (eggs).
Now, if you are going to have chickens you are going to have to have a coop. Sounds easy enough. If I want something unusual or out of the ordinary I do the expected. I GOOGLE it. And I did. I GOOGLED coop after coop after coop. Coops on wheels, ready made coops, easy to assemble coops, large coops, small coops, plastic coops, nuclear Holocaust-Safe coops. I saw it all.
Somewhere a long the way my adoring husband convinced me that we needed to build our own coop. We could build it cheaper and bigger and exactly the way we want it, he said.
Our efforts have created Key West Coop DeVille. Watch as it all comes together.