They live in an old hay wagon which was converted to chicken coop that we move every few weeks all spring, summer and fall. It works beautifully. The wire floor means I don’t have to shovel out a chicken coop and the easy mobility means the chickens can roam out away from the house and gardens all summer long.
I love my chicken coop.
But in winter the chickens need a little extra warmth. So every fall, at the last possible second, we pull them up close to the house, plug in a heated water bowl and stop up that drafty underside with a ring of straw bales. Today was the last possible second. John and I moved the bales around the edge as Clara jumped inside, out of the wind and snow, letting us know where we needed more straw.
Maybe my chicken coop doesn’t fit your definition of beauty but as I stood back, job finished, chickens ready for whatever this winter may throw at them, the sun peeked out through the clouds. The straw shone golden in the sunshine, it’s clean smell filled the air and it was just my kind of beautiful.
If you’d like to see what the chicken coop looks like without it’s winter wrapping check out: