After the bobcat killed many of our chickens, we kept them locked up in their hen house while Brett secured their enclosure.
Fortunately, the hen house is large -- a converted shed -- and with just four hens and two roosters, there was plenty of space. But, still, even with windows, its a dark and dreary place to spend days on end. They were warm and sheltered, but we still felt badly for them.
Brett bought wood and panels of wire fencing so he could extend the cover. He put in posts, wood framing, and the painstakingly cut the wire panels to fit around the tree and under the hen house eaves. He worked on it everyday last week, that it wasn't raining -- so, maybe half the days. Christmas Eve day was icy cold and cloudy, but it didn't snow. Brett hauled out his tools and finished up the cover while I prepped food for our open house that afternoon.
When he finished, we opened the door and the chickens came scurrying out into their yard. They happily pecked and scratched, stretching their legs, before returning to the shelter and warmth of their house.
It was a great gift for both the chickens and for me. The cover looks great and the hens are safe and happy.