Pesky in the background, Feisty in the foreground. Confined to the far end of the chook run outside the kitchen, they were sceptical about the workmanship (who was this guy with power tools for chooks’ sake?), and the design for our new house?

Pesky and Feisty got a new chookhouse today.

The Chippendale Hilton.

Mick, the Chippendale handyman, worked wonders and everything was recycled except for a few screws (these weren’t the chooks’ jailors, but things that fasten things to other things).

Mick with the roof going on

Roof half on, frame mostly done

The old chookhouse had housed the chooks for over 7 years.  It was time for a new one that kept them warmer and drier.

All finished, with stingless bee hive on roof. Cluck

A new chookhouse requires close, suspicious inspection

As night fell, and the ancient dangers of the night crept near, and despite their caution of the building, Pesky and Feisty  slowly, ever so slowly, bit by clawly bit, crept in to this probably safer place.