Chickens to Sunset: Let us out
Every time I see a photo of chickens roaming free in nature, I sigh. We have, as you know, a nice garden here at the magazine’s offices, but we can’t let our chickens explore it unless they’re supervised. Left on their own, they’ll eventually drift over to the kale, the cabbage, the strawberries, and whatever else we’re raising to eat…and new seedlings don’t stand a chance.None of us have time to stand around being chicken-sitters, so the birds don’t get out much. This pains me. Even though they have a pretty big yard—it’s about 60 square feet—they’re obviously so happy when they’re allowed to wander around the garden, all alert and vigorous, pecking and scratching and clucking. They get to fully be chickens.
A while back, Johanna came up with an idea for a super-simple moveable enclosure made from a roll of chicken wire and some rebar. It worked pretty well, but the materials were heavy, hard to handle, and left snags and rust stains on office clothes.