Preface: Our chicken coop is called the coop and has been designed by the dream team, the Three Golden Eggs. Nathan so elegantly named himself the Best Egg, I deemed myself the Golden Egg, and Georgina so accurately named herself the Rotten Egg.
On Friday we build the egg box.
Now, this egg box was originally going to sit inside our coop and house four nesting boxes for the four hens that will be soon living in our lovely contraption. We had sketched the plan, measured the requirements and had everything in order for completion of our fantastic egg box. It would have a door that dropped down, a lovely, vintage latch to hold it up, and maybe even a hand made chicken mosaic on it. It was to sit on the plywood part of the coop floor and complete symmetry between the door and the window.
Our egg box was going to be utterly perfect.
So on Friday we cut the wood, began to drill and picture our lovely egg box that would soon complete our design. We knew that it was going splendid. Nathan measured and cut oh-so-accurately, I pre-drilled and readied all of our tools, and Georgina was ready to screw the pieces together. If you were too glance over on that Friday, early afternoon, we would look like we had it all together.
At the last minute, the Rotten Egg decided that it may be wise to, maybe, double check the measurements and make sure that we were on track for success. She gracefully gathered the pieces and dashed outside, and in but-a-minute was back, just as gracefully as she had left. She walked back up to our table, and without a word I grabbed the wood back, and once again, we were back on track for success.
Just as Nathan raised the drill for the first screw, with only seconds to act, Georgina yelled, “WAIT GUYS, HOLD ON.” With shock, we looked over panicked at out obvious error. “Guys, it’s off. The measurement is off. Our egg box will not fit into our coop.” In horror, I grabbed a piece and ran outside to confirm our fatal error.
And it was true. Our boxes were too deep to fit into our coop without blocking the window AND the door.
I scrambled back in and we consulted each other in the most solemn of fashions. It was decided that we would perch the boxes on the outside of our coop, with a door on top and the same lovely, little, vintage latch. We continued with triumph, proud of the grace and speed to which we altered the design of The Coop.
With a newfound pep in our steps, we continued to bicker and mock as we worked along. All was as it should be amongst the Golden Eggs. We recut our small fixes and were off again, with a mission to finish the egg box. Hastily we drilled and measured until we had 4 walls up, and Georgina so brilliantly, proposed that we might go check the measurements. To our delightment, it worked! It fit right onto the side.
At this point we felt ready to be done with our boxes, and with haste, went inside. For validation, I checked with Ms. Oropallo. that our box was all set. And that is when she told us the bad news: The top of the boxes would have to slant downward to allow rain to flow off.
“OH WELL,” Nathan said, and we altered the angles, widened the top, framed it, and prepared for completion, this time with a little less enthusiasm. In synchronization we finished the framing, tucked the box into its coop for a good night sleep, put the tarp on The Coop to shield it from the rain, and with a sigh of relief, knew that those darn egg boxes were going to be just fine.
And so that concludes the story of the infamous egg box, that so bluntly challenged our team, but forced us to think beyond our plans, and encouraged communication and innovation from the Golden Eggs.