Coop moving! Part one

So, we've accepted an offer on our current house, and we're moving to a different one (we were renting it out for about a year, and we decided to move there. It has three bathrooms; we feel very middle class now).

Moving is a pain no matter what. But when you've just spent months finishing a lovely, giant chicken coop, it's an even bigger pain. In case you forgot, here's the coop:

We can't leave that behind; we don't have time or energy to build a new one right now. So instead, we'll find time and energy and friends to help us move it!

Step one: move the house part. It's built to detach from the screened-in run, so all you have to do is find 6 or so people to lift it up and carry it. Super easy. 

 It's times like these that you find out who your true friends are. I owe all of you some serious social capital! There are no pictures of the actual lifting, because there were zero free hands.

 And then we got clever with ratchet straps to move the coop forward on the flatbed. Next time we'll use some kind of rollers. If these people are still our friends and agree to help us next time. Or maybe next time we'll have to hire professionals. Or just build a new coop.....

 And then comes the best part of the whole venture: driving through the streets of North Minneapolis like the Clampetts! Not sure if this was P's favorite part, but I was loving it!

We dropped (rather literally, I was a little ambitious in saying I had it when I definitely didn't have it) the coop in the new back yard. Next step is to move the run, but that will wait for another day. And probably some new friends....

School lunch!

Time for a tiny break from house and chicken posts; this is another topic that is very near to my heart. And to my stomach. I grew up in an era of beige school lunches. Lots of breaded chicken nugget-type things, instant mashed potatoes, and things on buns. Then I got to high school, where we had the option of a shake and fries, or my absolute favorite: the tiny round pizza.

So imagine my surprise and delight when my employer rolled out their new school lunch program and this is what I saw:

Grilled cheese and tomato soup, with a fresh green salad (with edamame and kale!) and fresh mango (!!).

Carnitas bowl with chipotle yogurt sauce and fresh poco de gallo. And a locally made Popsicle!

Wild rice and cranberry meatloaf, salad, and fresh kiwi and orange slices!

Enchiladas with black beans, roasted broccoli, and apple kale salad. Plus a giant bowl of canned pears, because I still need at least one throwback to my old-school lunches.

Seriously people, this is the most delicious $4 lunch in town. I love that kids in high-poverty schools are getting access to whole, nutritious, and super tasty food. And I don't have to pack a lunch anymore, and Perry knows that I'll eat vegetables for at least one meal each day. I'm super pumped for tomorrow; it's carnitas day!

New favorite tool!

A few months ago, we were having dinner with some friends and talking (naturally) about working on houses. One of the party remarked that his favorite tool was his checkbook, and we all laughed. And I decided I should give that one a try some day.

Yep, that was a good tool! After my adventures in floor refinishing at our tiny rehab last year, I decided that I would leave floors to the professionals. I did all the time-consuming, horrible scraping in advance, removing three layers of tile and old school linoleum inch by painful inch....

Then we piled up all the furniture from the kitchen, living room, and dining room like Tetris pieces in the back bedrooms.

And went on vacation!

And then when we came back, magically our floors were done and our house looked like it was meant to look!

Learning curve

We had our first chicken tragedy this month; we lost a girl.

We had an outbreak of coccidiosis, a soil-borne pathogen that's worst in wet, warm conditions (which is the definition of this summer). The girls were all kind of droopy, but poor miss Berry got it first and had it worst. It took me too long to diagnose it to save her; the other girls all responded to the medicine and are back to their perky selves, but we are down to five chickens now.

I love all my chickens, but Berry was special, so it was extra sad to lose her.  I'm frustrated by my lack of knowledge and how that affected my flock. I think it's important to acknowledge that our path to being urban farmers is not completely smooth and easy; we've got some serious learning to do.

Chicken update!

They just keep on getting cuter!

The girls are outside, loving the fresh air and random music coming from car stereos and random passers by who seem to be working on their upcoming albums. Urban chickens appear to be unfazed by sirens and car alarms. Lawn mowers, however are a different story. The girls lose their tiny minds when we have to mow.

And the eggs are glorious! We've been getting 4-5 eggs a day, cute little pullet eggs with lovely orange yolks. The other day, I found an extra special egg in the coop.

Isn't that the cutest thing you ever saw? I think I'll make the tiniest omelet ever.

What came first?

Holy smokes!!!!

We've got our first egg! (Ignore the messy shelf, please.) Miss Berry was looking for a quiet, safe spot to lay her first egg. She didn't find it in the tool zone.

Too much sawdust, too many sharp objects. Nope. The best spot for a chicken to find a little privacy is apparently the ledge in the back entryway.

It's like a Where's Waldo puzzle; a hen can feel safe going about her business, knowing no predators will disturb her in the midst of all the plastic bags and egg cartons!

Notice the "cage free" egg carton? There's absolutely no doubt that this egg was from a free range chicken. Well, free ranging in the basement at least.

And why are there chickens laying eggs inside my little house on the Northside? The coop is almost done! We're just making it absolutely predator proof.

Don't mind me, just securing the inside of the coop basement so the girls don't get taken by a stray dog or wild raccoon. We're so close!

Too. Much. Cute!!!!

The babies are getting so big! Amazing how time flies when you're hanging out with chickens!

They started out as adorable little fluffballs, but now they're turning into daring escape artists.

Their wings are starting to get bigger, so they've mastered the art of jumping on top of their feeder and peeking out over the top of the brooder, which is super cute. Until you realize that they can get out and run around and leave little presents all over the carpet.

So we've had to modify the brooder a little bit to make sure they aren't running amok while we're off at work!

Sorry, girls. It's for your own good!

The coop is coming along nicely; we're aiming for stylish and aesthetically pleasing (that's P's role), and super cheap (that would be my role).

And every once in a while I get the ambition to scrape off a little more 90-year-old original linoleum--the real kind, with jute backing and really impressive glue.

That's so much prettier than the checkerboard! Why would you do that to such a lovely floor?