Now that I am finally in a place where I can own chickens again, I was quick to aquire three from a woman who needed to rehome hers. Reenee, Edie, and Beatrice came with a small, rather sad looking coop that was suffering from plain-ness and obscurity.
Although they didn't know any better, I was embarrassed for them. Since we couldn't afford a new coop, I thought sprucing up their chick pad just a bit might be in order.
Behold: Cafe De Poulet
Cafe De Poulet's Drive thru Egg Window
Now the chickens can hold their beaks up high and strut their stuff. They're pretty sure none of their other feathered friends live in a French cafe'. And their eggs never tasted so good!