Life is good in the Appalachian Mountains - 2 yr update

Time seems to fly by SO fast. It's hard to believe that it's already been over TWO years since I said goodbye to my home, land and business of 15 yrs in Washington State I have zero regrets!!!! Looking back, it was a huge leap of faith to change my lifestyle and purchase a home far away in NC, online, sight unseen, in an area I had never been to nor heard of. Trusting God was a huge part of this transition. Neither do I miss living in the San Francisco Bay area where I am originally from and where I have lived most of my life. I can't imagine living on the West coast or Pacific North West ever again. Quality of life is so much better for me here in the beautiful Appalachian mountains. Life is good here in the country.
                                                                 

Wild Iris grow right outside my door.  I don't have a green thumb, but they thrive in spite of it

Living in a 570' farmhouse after owning a large home comes with challenges as I continue to sort, sift and downsize my treasure chest as well as my lifestyle.  But, it's all good. My goal was to change my life in a radical way, simplify and find sunshine again, which is very important for my health and well being. What an amazing place to live a sunny, simple life. It's an outdoor playground here & that makes my heart sing. Life is good in the country.

The original outhouse still standing in the woods just across the way from my back door

I especially love the warmer summer months. I live in a rural area that is tucked away from the traffic and tourists that are drawn to nearby small mountain towns. Many of them have second homes here in the mountains, others just come to play in Gods country or escape the hot and humid weather in Atlanta, Florida and surrounding areas.

I am a VERY low tech gal, but I can tell you this makes me really appreciate my toilet.

One of my favorite pastimes is sitting outside on my covered porch, late night surrounded by several dogs, gazing at stars, listening to crickets, watching fireflies and enjoying the sounds as the creek  sings a new song every night. What a perfect place to dance. What a wonderful place for a sunny, simple life plan.

 Life is just way to short to not notice, appreciate and experience the simply joys and blessings that surround us. Mother nature with open open arms, inviting us to partake in her beauty. Some folks get so busy making a living that they forget to make a life. I certainly know all about the blessing of hard work, to the tune of working seven days a week for years at a time and being super busy. At that time I didn't pay attention to the fact that even God rested on the seventh day. I have since created a simpler life for myself and now I'm enjoying learning the art of slowing down my dance. Life is good in the country.

 Blogging takes a seat (way back) there on my list of things 'to do'. I like to play at the river, rafting, tubing, swimming my dogs as well as a long list of other hobbies that capture my time and attention. The time I spend on-line these days is mostly reading political blogs, as the fake news shown on TV is enough to dull the mind in no time and so I do my own news research online. This  little blog of mine remains neglected for months on end. It is what it is. As you may know, I am the only blogger not trying to grow her blog. I do pop in now and again to post and let others know I am vertical. Thanks for stopping by to visit here today.  Life is good in the country.
                                                                           

What does this picture make you think of?

                                                                            
While lots of people spend their time on Space book, (FB) Flitter,(Twitter) Insta-Ham,(Instagram) Zoogle,(Google) Take-A-Rest-(Pinterest) and surfing blogs writing posts, reviewing blog statistics, tallying 'friends' and 'likes', - well it's just Chinese to me. OMG, I just don't understand the draw or addiction of the high tech social media way of life. Documenting every movement, or writing about a new roll of toilet paper, has become a lifestyle that I just don't get?. Not saying anyone is bad or wrong - just keeping it real here from my point of view. I find it purely amazing that people walk around with little phone/ computers and document every minute of life and live to see what is going to pop up next on that device. Whoa- I don't get it????????? I just have no interest in that lifestyle.

  After my friends call my home phone (they know I don't use a cell phone) and haggle me to send pictures I manage to get out my big old camera and snap a picture, upload it and post it here. I just hate that people snap pictures all the time from their phones. ugggg. Keep your face clean as you are sure to be on YouTube at 5:00pm. Did I mention that I have never sent a text in my life? Life is good in the country. Yep, sunny, simple life - Loving it!!!!!


                                                                 

Original farm house bathroom in the woods next to my farmhouse

 I am somewhat out of touch with those who can't make time for a good old fashioned "meet you on the front porch" & share a cold drink. Or, a phone call were my phone rings at my home only, and when I pick it up I am most likely am on my old fashioned plugged into the wall phone (safer for your health) line, as opposed to a cordless phone. Ahhh - Life is SO good in the country. 

                                                                       

The lady who lived in my farmhouse in 1966 told me she hated using this outhouse in winter months while being almost 9 months pregnant. Do you think were just a little bit spoiled these days?

 

When I purchased my old (over a hundred years old) farmhouse it came with a bathroom, thank goodness. But, it was plain nasty and while I tried to remind myself that I sounded like a spoiled kid, I still would freak out each time I went in there. I am a bubble bath kind of girl and taking a shower in a nasty old crusty, funky bathroom with no bathroom sink for just about two years began driving me nuts. I tried to remain positive imagining that one day I would find a way to make it lovely.

 The tiny bathroom remodel took a bit of a toll on me. There were days I wanted to shrink the animals and buy a condo. After a successful dumpster dive to snag a wonderful vintage window and trading a headboard for a claw foot tub that had been a fish pond for a dozen plus years I was inspired to redo my nasty farmhouse bathroom. Then I spotted a cool vintage dresser and after chalk painting it I knew that I had a few good pieces to begin to make my nasty little bathroom a lovely space.

                                                                 

When I spotted this vintage tub (that was also a fish pond for 12 years) in an old barn it was love at first sight. Wait until you see it in an upcoming post.

SHOCK,- for those that know me, I documented the redo with lots of pictures, (like big girl bloggers do).  Of course my readers never hold their breath as they wait for my next post (they would be dead) - but I am going to put a post together soon to show you the 'beast to beauty', swoon worthy IMO transformation.I am loving my new relationship with my new / old claw foot tub and we spend wonderful evenings together. I will be back.....................

Be blessed until we meet here again - and remember it is never too late to have a happy childhood. Go play like no one is watching you.

Tonita

  

It's been a long time......

It has been a really long time since I have been here on my blog. Thanks to those of you who have emailed me to check in on me as well as those sweet people who keep asking me to post more often. Come on, sit a spell on my land,  and I will respond to that. If my story gets too long I will bring out some marshmallows and we can light up the fire and do some toasting.  Mmmmm.... have you seen that recipe for toasted marshmallows and Baileys Irish Cream ?  Oh, sorry my mind is already drifting and going way off topic in just the first paragraph.

Getting ready for a blazing fire tonight

Writing comes easy for me but public blogging does not. There is just something that doesn't gel with me, here in cyber space. I waiver between sharing bits of my world, sometimes wanting to inspire others to dream and create, and the other side- that is private, with a strong inner voice that convinces me to hold off from posting. A partial (as it relates to this post) self description of myself goes like this. A chatty, unique free spirited woman who is a communicative extrovert who is comfortable with public speaking, talking to complete strangers in person, and very open and transparent in real life. Uncomfortable in the arena of social media, networking, communicating, writing and sharing her life from behind a computer, Not a fan of most technology, electronics or  gadgets, that she believes often stifles the experience of the almost lost art of interacting and communicating with the human race, face to face- without technology in the mix.
                                                 
I am not the least bit shy. As you now know, I MUCH prefer to be face to face with real people instead of sitting here behind a computer posting about life...... that goes viral in seconds to who knows who. Just my point. But, when you think about it that is just what a book does but in a way that seems more targeted, purposed or just more comfortable to me. I guess I am still just old fashioned in a lot of ways. That may be a bit of an understatement, that have my friends shaking their heads about now. I don't 'get' space book-(Facebook), instant messaging, tweeting or even texting .... emailing is enough for me. I am pretty low tech, no TV, no cell phone, never sent a text message in my life. This blog is a shocker to my friends who think that I would thrive living off the grid or maybe even in Amish country. I am not the only one left in the world that still hangs their clothes out to dry or uses drying racks for the most part. I still drive to the local family owned pharmacy and pay my power bill in person. I think the world was a better place before society became infatuated with and often times addicted to electronics. But, then again I believe the world was much better off before we became a 'progressive' and politically correct society. Ok,, I am going off topic again.

Heavy winds brought down trees on my property. As I was sawing them I noticed their beautiful fall colors.

Yep, I have a  private side once I am behind a computer. I have turned down magazine offers time and again, that want to do a feature on my tiny home. I am not motivated by having my tiny home in print, especially when they want me to do all the work of fluffing, staging and providing them with professional quality photos and then NOT pay me. Ahhhh - I don't get that??? Maybe I am missing something but truly that sounds like a job with no payout to me. One day I may change my mind. Not sure? . Please- don't get me wrong I am not a social snob, unappreciative or arrogant,,, just being real here. 

 Some, and probably most bloggers thrive, in that very public online space as they build their follower list and improve their blogs statistics. It may be to promote their business or to share their world or interests as they connect with like minded followers. Nothing wrong with that, however- that is not me. I don't care about casting a net to fish for more followers. I don't look at my stats nor do I care about them. Unique I know. I have never colored inside the lines. I dance to my own songs and always have. Those of you that find your way here are the ones that are supposed to be here and for me it is as simple as that.
  


               

This is going to make a great fire

                                                                                                          
 I only post on my blog when I am in the mood and for no other reason.  For me, writing is an avenue for release of thought and idea overload that often has my mind way too busy or even spinning at times. I much prefer to sift through interesting, beautiful and inspiring posts on other blogs than post on my own blog.

So why did I start a blog, you ask? To keep in touch with friends and family. Then one day after requests and encouragement I hit the "go public" or like, button and here I am. Blogging is a job for some and a hobby for others. For many it is an obligation to continually post for their audience. Lots of bloggers go into what I call "posting overload" because they have sponsors that suggest or require fresh updated posts on a regular basis to keep followers coming back again and again. I get it, many are drawing an income from their blogs or heading in that direction and it is important to keep those posts rolling. Most seem to thrive in their created online spaces. And I like to visit when I have time. So keep it up all you creative and amazing bloggers.

As I was driving down the road I saw this old ladder on the side of the road, I hit reverse and brought it home.

                                                    
That being said I want to thank those you that check in on me to see if I am still alive. Seriously - many of you do and that is so nice of you. I am honored that you care and I appreciate it. Heck, I don't even know most of you so that is REALLY special. Some of you  ask me to post more often and well how much can I post of a tiny home that is just 8' feet wide and 18' feet long? I don't look at this blog as my online public diary. I am not one of those gals who posts every time I buy a new picture frame or find a new brand of toilet paper. Again, I have to be in the "mood" to post. Thanks though  for making time to leave a comment and for checking in on me through many personal emails.. I am very much alive, feeling good, doing well and I am super busy, working long hours daily towards some personal goals I have. A life plan that I call "Act 2", that is in motion for the second half of my years on earth, God willing.
                                                                   

Fun to imagine who stepped on this ladder and what they reached for

 My blog has taken on a little life of it's own.  As I read all the comments I can tell that quite often people read between the lines and create their own stories or versions of how I live my life. It is fun to see imaginations set in motion.  Like some of you, I  have an inquiring mind - so I can understand what it is like to visit a blog and then be drawn into that bloggers world. Sometimes sitting up for hours reading each and every post on their blog. The mind is often curious and will easily drift into wonder, imagination and possibility if allowed to do so. I can get lost in beautiful pictures or drawn in by a topic that bears witness with my taste in style, décor, spiritual beliefs or political views. I am often interested in a bloggers story, home make over, creative project or maybe just because of the eye candy they share. Sometimes, it is as if  I want a back stage pass to meet the person behind the blog. Visiting your wonderful blogs and reading your nice comments is a mental vacation where I can dwell and be inspired in so many ways. For that I thank each of you.

                                                          

Another view of my property in WA state. Rural unincorporated King County, one hr from Seattle

 I am so honored that some of the long time professional big girl bloggers in blog land stop by and leave such nice comments. You all are awesome and appreciated. This sub culture attracts a pretty amazing group of talented and creative women. Some of whom openly and proudly share their love for JESUS on their blogs, or post awesome eye candy as well as those that share wonderful tips and tricks to save money or share their latest craft project, curbside find or new ways to fluff and beautify our nests. And what about those who share yummy recipes that actually make me want to cook (a miracle in itself),  And the gardening and homesteading blogs, the list goes on and on. So many women inspire me through their amazing blogs and/or comments. Thanks you so much.

 Many sign off with XXX (hugs) , and that is pretty darn unique and encouraging, and for that I say THANKS for your kindness ladies. To be even a tiny part of such a special group of sweet and supportive gals is amazing and really appreciated.  I am humbled that you take time to pop in on my little blog and my very rare posts. Many blogs provide a mental vacation for us, a wonderful time of sharing and inspiration and a place to take a break, and feel safe to dwell and be inspired, if even for a brief moment in time. To be part of such positive and supportive, encouraging people is special and rare in the world today. We live in such a serious world where life hits a lot of people with many negative punches.  So, while I am so low tech and don't post very often know that if you read this far that you are appreciated by me even though this is all coming to you by someone you have never met and through a computer or phone. Strange so strange but in a good way.  You are all special, gifted and talented in your individual ways and I want you to know time and again - It is never too late to have a happy child hood. Now go find some time to play and be blessed as you live out your calling each and every day.

I have a tiny bit of BIG news to share with you on my next post. Don't hold your breath as you can see I don't go into post overload but some BIG news is on the way. I am going to get myself in the mood and try hard to get out another post soon.

 Happy Fall y'all.  Tonita

Summers last gasp ....

Just yesterday summer made its final gasps and allowed some sunshine to break through as a final goodbye to what was a wonderful North West summer. I was working around my yard and decided to stop and snap a few pictures of my storage shed and my chickens to share with you.

A few last glimmers of sunshine broke through the questionable clouds at summers last day of the year. All while, angry clouds and grey skies hovered  in the background just waiting to step up to take center stage. I felt a cool mountain breeze blow lightly through my hair as I sat on my John Deere riding lawn mower to give the field grass the final trim for the year. The leaves on my apple tree seemed  to be in an argument with summers last breeze, as if to say that they were going to continue to clothe the old apple tree as long as they possibly could. The still green leaves have not yet changed into their beautiful fall colors, as tons of yellow apples are still clinging to the branches in protest.


                                                                    

This is my storage shed. It might look larger than my tiny house and that is because it is much larger than my tiny house. It's twenty feet long and ten feet wide. I suppose one could finish it off and make a tiny house out of it. I use it for storage. Instead of just having a plain looking boring storage unit I wanted it to resemble a little cottage. I bought used French doors on Craig's list for $65.00. I then bought new windows with interior grids at a discount contractors overstock supply shop. I paid $35.00 for each window, and they came with screens. Faux shutters were made from scrap cedar wood. I found some metal scroll work pieces at a local craft shop for about $7.00 each and painted them white to add a bit of charm to the shed. Vintage lace valances were $2.00 each at a local thrift shop and were hung on the inside of the shed. I hauled the already made old cedar deck section from my friends old property. It was destined for the burn pile until I salvaged it.  Metal flower boxes were purchased at Grocery outlet for $12.00 each. Road side picket fence sections complete the look I was after when I first had my cottage built.

Below you can see my tiny house on the left, the chicken chateau & run in the center and the shed on the right. Next year I plan on putting some gingerbread trim on my tiny house to make her even sweeter.

Below, My rooster enjoyed his last day of summer and now my neighbor is enjoying chicken soup. The problem with letting eggs hatch is ending up with roosters. I am such a bad farmer girl. I actually searched for a rooster rescue to place 3 of my 5 roos. I could not find one and instead I had to pass them along to my neighbor who was happy to have a good healthy organic meal.

                                                                                 

The chickens and roos are enjoying their last day of summer. We will all miss summer SO much.
                                                                     

I grew up in the California bay area and after living in the North West for about 15 or so years I have never adjusted to this weather. I am a sunshine girl, and while some rain is ok, it overwhelms me, every year here in WA state. If I never ever saw rain again, it would be fine with me. But rain aside it is what seems like endless months of grey skies that I do not do well with.  Life is too short and I am unsettled and greatly affected by what seems like never ending months of cold grey weather. We do have many nice summers overall. I soak them in and try to think positive, but fall just reminds me of the long months of grey that is around the corner. So, I have made the decision to move out of state. I am looking at moving into a very rural area in Western N.C.  If any of my followers are from North Carolina, I would love to hear from you. Nothing is set in stone but I am seriously shopping for a new place to call home. 

Many blessings,
Tonita

Looking out the window from my tiny house.

Last month,  I sat for hours at my sweet little farm table in my tiny home and looked out the window, I pondered what life would hold in the coming months. Recent storms dumped twenty-one inches of snow in my yard. No power at all or land line phone service for eight days. My all wheel SUV was even stuck in my driveway for three solid days.  I don't own a cell phone on purpose, but even if I did many cell towers were down. Ice storms decorated the surrounding trees in radiance that made shrubs and branches look as if they were made of glass. The iced tree limbs and branches presented danger as the ice melted and the branches heavy from the weight of snow and then ice cracked off and slammed into what ever was in their path.  I was thankful that the huge trees surrounding my retreat didn't drop their branches on my little home.. I also thought about  being better prepared for the next storm and purchasing a generator, especially since having gone through longer storms and power outages for the past twelve years. Sigh. I drove into town almost every night just to thaw out before returning home to freezing temps and no power. I have to make it a point to be better prepared for next winter.

The silence in my life was screaming at me and I just was not inspired to create, decorate or do much. The down time that the storm offered, gave me time to reflect on life, to be thankful for clearing out a unhealthy relationship in my life, to count my blessings, and to deeply feel the pain of the loss of my best friend Bandit. I had the time to just sit and watch and listen and feel the effects of the storm, while taking time to be a human-being instead of the normal human-doing that I am much of the time.


For many months I had anticipated the arrival of my little retreat. I was thrilled when she finally arrived here this past December. I had planned to paint and decorate the interior right away. However, there were delays in even the first step of painting her interior. I painted just enough to do a Christmas post and then stopped and have not done much since that time.  Sometimes life throws curve balls and sends us a bit off track from our original plans.

Because my friends and tiny house enthusiasts have been emailing and asking me to post updates, I decided to post today, and let those who are keeping in touch with me, know about the delays of sharing finished interior pictures. There is still much to do and hopefully as the weather warms up and we ease into Spring it will inspire me to stain my kitchen counter, finish painting, put up kitchen shelves, make a small pantry and create a faux fireplace to add to the charm of my little girl cave.
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  In the mean time this post is dedicated to one of the children in my life that dressed in fur and touched my heart in a huge way. I called him Bandit. He spent thirteen years and seven months with me. True love has no ending and the love that a person and a dog share is like no other love. He lives on in my heart forever.

                                                                  

                                                               
The love of my life, my sweet boy, a beautiful Australian Shepherd, left my side and entered heaven very close to Christmas. He had been diagnosed with bone cancer only three weeks earlier. I was praying against all odds that the remedies I had started him on would allow us to spend yet more time together. I had hoped to be able to take a picture of him inside my tiny home but that never happened. The bone cancer moved fast and two weeks after diagnosis he was not able to walk on his own. I had to lift him, carry and support him every time he needed to get up. With no stairs built to get into the tiny house I was not able to lift him up onto the porch and carry him inside. Besides, it was no longer important. Keeping him comfortable as I prayed for a miracle was all I could do for him. And so he lived out his life in our big home which he was used to and very comfortable in.  He did not show his age and was full of energy and played like a puppy until three short weeks before he left me. The cancer went to war against his health, and I had to release him from his body and life on earth, and with that my heart sank. I know there is a  rainbow over my heart due to all the tears I have shed. I was blessed to  have owned his mother and his brother also. She was my heartbeat dog. Bandit is now reunited with all but one of his litter mates. I still feel lost without him in my life.

 After his passing I threw myself into painting the interior of my tiny home. Painting is therapeutic for me and it helped to quiet my mind from all the questions not answered, that kept me sleepless for weeks since he was diagnosed with cancer.  It helped me to not argue with God, about my dogs fight with cancer. It was not the first time I had been in a battle of this kind with the dreaded disease and a fur kid. One out of three dogs in America dies of cancer under the age of ten and one in two dogs dies of cancer over the age of ten years. Sad... This is why I am passionate about educating people about that dangers of vaccinations, chemical flea products as well as killer kibble that is unfit for a carnivore. OK... that is another blog.


 I was reminded of life's blessings even in the midst of that recent long winter storm.  I was delighted to be blessed with the first eggs from my beautiful Lavender Orpington chickens. They have always had a heat lamp in their coop at night so I filled two flash lights with fresh batteries each night during the storm so they would not be in the dark at night. They paid me back for my efforts with beautiful fresh organic eggs.

Something as simple as those eggs lifted my spirit. I will re group and one day soon be inspired to continue with my plans for fixing up my little menopause cave. Right now I am just giving myself permission to slow down and reflect.

Hopefully spring will bring new posts and further development on my tiny home as I hope to complete some little projects. I am on my way to the store to purchase a set of pink power tools. If that doesn't inspire a girl to use a drill .what will? 

Woof and Wags,

Tonita - a dog mom, a fairy dog mother and a dog co-dependent.

Dogs are not my whole life but they make my life complete.

Waiting for my tiny home ... guess I have to decorate the chicken coop instead

As time goes by . . .

                                                    

Back in Nov, of last year I noticed what looked like a very well built tiny home that was designed and built by a custom tiny home builder from Mountain View Arkansas. I have been looking at tiny homes for many years and I know that to build your own tiny home you can easily spend twenty thousand dollars for a 8 x 22 foot home on wheels. So I was thrilled to discover Scott was offering his tiny homes at a very reasonable price. http://tinyhouseblog.com/stick-built/the-slabtown-annemarie/ .  I spoke to him on the phone a couple of times and really liked the fact he would customize the tiny home to my desires. I communicated with others who bought tiny or small homes from him and heard great things about his work and customer service. I decided to order the Annemarie unit from him. Once it is built I will have it towed from Arkansas to WA state. Even after transport to WA state it is a wonderful deal. I had hoped to be decorating my tiny home by now but there have been some delays, but hopefully It should be built and finished in about a month or close to it. As soon as it arrives I will paint it, shabby-chic it, decorate it, girl-ify it and fill it with vintage treasures . OH, my little chick shack - I can hardly wait. Scott, (my tiny home builder) - I am counting the days.

 

 

 

In the meantime, I am going to fix up a chick shack of a different kind - The ultimate chicken coop.
This little  6 x 8 foot, old play house has been re purposed and made into a chicken coop for my rare breed lavender Orpington chicks. I can't wait to move them from my bathroom into their new home. Take a look -

A  fresh coat of white paint will brighten it up. Yeah, I already hung the chandelier. I knew that would be a must have in the little fancy hen house. The hens will need a bit of bling bling in the coop. Why not?

I found these wonderful vintage nesting boxes on Craig's list. They came from and old egg production barn that was over a hundred and fifty years old. I just love them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 They are  finally attached to the wall. They were just one inch shy of being a perfect fit. My honey had to carefully  retrofit them, so that they would squeeze into the proper place in the coop.  I have two old table legs that I purchased for $1.00 each that will fit nicely underneath the nesting boxes to make it appear as if the nesting box is a piece of standing furniture.

I found this old  rusty wrought iron piece at a garage sale for $1.00. The mirror was broken in it, but I think it will be a nice addition to the coop. It will  frame out the door way where the chickens will  eventually go in and out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I bought washable wallpaper for the coop. It is a chicken wire  pattern with little pink roses, how appropiate for spoiled chickens. I purchased it at a closeout sale. I thought one roll would be enough for a 6 x 8 space. Not....(sigh). It was a discontinued pattern and I bought the last roll. Thank goodness for the Internet. After searching the world for a matching roll or paper, I found one more roll in the crevices of some old warehouse in the Midwest that  someone was willing to ship to me. So, after a 2 week delay in decorating the coop, the hens were happy to know the wallpaper had arrived. I can't believe a roll of wallpaper has shrunk so much since the last time I wallpapered. Why is it, that everything keeps shrinking, except my jeans that is?

A old milk can makes a great place to store the organic chicken feed. A vintage tractor seat makes a nice place for me to sit and hang out in the coop and watch my little chicks grow.
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I filled the nesting boxes with organic hay. Pink roses and white painted scalloped trim adorn the roof of the nesting boxes. I added a bit of stenciling and bling bling to the inside of some of  the nesting boxes. Only the top egg producing hens get to occupy these extra fancy little nesting condos. Just kidding, don't send me hate mail.

Just in case my hens start to squabble over what space belongs to them, I put their names above their space. I named some of my hens after my favorite Aunts who have passed away as well as  mother hen figures in my life.

 

 

 

 

 

Here are some of the chicks that will be living in the coop. I can't wait to get them moved out of my bathroom. They sure create a lot of dust. I guess a vacuum & duster is in order for the upkeep of their coop.

. The recipients of fresh organic eggs, once they arrive. Are they waiting for eggs or the chickens?

 

 

 

 

 

 

The outside coop run needs to be build now. It will be a chick playpen of sorts. A place for them to be safe when I am not able to supervise their free-range activities.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The coop is still under development - More chick shack (coop)  pictures to come.

Wait till you see what I've added to the coop for my lavender fuzz butts.