Chicken Coop Fantasies

I would love to have chickens and a great coop to go with them. But it’s a no go over here; my hubby puts his foot down where chickens are concerned. It was a two-year strategic campaign just to get our dog. I’m a sucker for fresh eggs and chicken manure—it’s magic for garden roses. But a girl can dream… is it scary that my fantasy items are chicken coops and Louboutins?

Here are some my of my favorite coop finds from the web.

Frederik Roije: The Fallingwater of coop design.

Breed retreat

Kippen House Coop:  I love the garden planter on top, but can we make it a little more chic and a little less Legoland?

Coop with vegetable garden on top

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Nogg:  This is totally the Pacific Northwest hipster wet dream of chicken coops.

modern chicken coop

The Fancy Farm Girl: I don’t think I want to be THIS intimate with my chickens. But it looks fun, I guess, until the smell sets in.

Close encounters with the coop

The Alexandria Chicken Coop: From the new Williams Sonoma Agrarian line — comes in red, too.

WS Agrarian coop

Candlelight in the chicken coop? I thought you didn’t want them to procreate?

Beautiful chicken coop

Thinking about kicking the chickens out and living in this one myself.

sunmaid raisin chicken coop

Omlet’s Eglu: Great for smaller yards, genius design.

Omlet chicken coop

Oh, Martha!

Martha's chicken coop

Needless to say, after this blog, eat-drink-garden will have a new Chicken Coop Pinterest board!

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4 thoughts on “Chicken Coop Fantasies”

This is a fantastic post, Valerie! When I had chickens (before the bobcat devoured them) I had a very rustic coop that was nowhere as darling as these are! In my next life, when I have chickens again, I want that amazing “Fallingwater” coop design! It is fantastic! Thanks for sharing this great post!!

I had five chickens when I lived in the Chianti countryside in Italy. I let them out of their house every morning, and they returned, without beckoning, as the sun went down. They nested in hay-filled baskets hung on the wall of the coop (being up high seemed to make them feel “safer”!), and I put a marble egg in each basket to encourage laying (a time-tested Italian trick). The eggs were luscious. In the mornings, after letting the hens out, if I didn’t prepare their food soon enough (leftover pasta, minestrone, polenta and their own crushed eggshells), they would literally hop/half-fly up the seven steps to my kitchen, come in and walk around clucking at me until I speeded up. I’m not kidding!

Cleaning up the henhouse, however, was a rather “fragrant” chore…

During heavy laying season I would bring extra eggs into the village and trade them for fresh milk at the “lattaio” (a kind of “dairy” shop). The owner (he must have been nearly 90) would carefully place my eggs in a bowl in the front window with a little sign that translated into “local eggs” — all in capital letters. They always sold out!!

Thanks for this post reminding me of the memories, Valerie!

My sweet Valentina ………….. What a beautiful concept Chickens and Louboutins.!!!!! Reading it , JUST made me Happy!!
and I DO believe You…..
Love
your Mom

Hey Val,
Those are really cool. Thanks for doing the research. Cookie has always wanted chix and I like the hot ones too. We’ll get one soon and bring you some eggs. Have fun in NY NY

Bill

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