The Chicken Brothel

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Yep, so my kid’s chicken coop name officially sounds a bit like an Old West brothel. A poultry house of ill repute. I tried valiantly to talk him out of it and into something a bit less…well…Brothel-y. I’ve lost. Guess I’m gonna have to name one of hens Miss Kitty now. No, kid. No red lights. I’ll have the swat team and the vice squad here. Good thing you can’t see it from the road.

Author: The Fun E Farm

We're a family in a tiny map dot called Frankford, DE, on 8 acres. I read waaaay too many homesteading books and articles and my heart's definitely in the right place, although it's not always commensurate with the ages old battle between the ambitions of a mere human versus the time on one's hands and the capabilities they possess. This blog is designed to chronicle our search for sustainability and sanity (which I'm not quite sure we ever possessed to begin with), working with what we have and whatever else we can put our broke-ass hands on. Now the disclaimers: If things that happen on a farm offend you, (i.e. POOP, the use of food animals for (gasp) food, birth, death, hunting, fishing, the occasional use of colorful (to put it politely) language, the participation of tiny humans in all of the above) well, then, suffice it to say, this may not be the place for you to spend any leisure time. This blog is not intended to be an instructional tool on how to do things correctly. More often, I can assure you, it will be more of a shining example of the "stuff we tried that was an epic failure of disastrous and occasionally comedic proportions" variety. If you haven't clicked the little "x" at the top right yet, read on, brave soul! Welcome to our crazy family!

10 thoughts on “The Chicken Brothel”

    1. Oh, absolutely… the 2nd grader knows just enough internet to be dangerous. Like looking up other people’s nifty coop pictures and kidnapping their names. Then putting two together that sound “non-girly” (that was the major concern) and not realizing that it now sounds a tad like a Vegas massage parlor. For at least a little while longer, “Poop” and “fart” are still the funniest two words EVER…although I have caught him and the adult manchild having a laugh-and-snort fest over a “fart app”, so I’m not sure that’s something that he’s going to grow out of. I’m really just happy we didn’t end up with a chicken coop named “The Poop Coop”. That was the first choice. I picked my battles. The brothel won. 🙂

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