When I expressed an interest in getting chickens, my wife agreed, with one rule: The coop had to look as though it had been there for 100 years. I searched locally for old barn wood, and found a downed barn. I asked the owner if I could purchase some of the wood, she said I could take what I wanted. The result is this coop and run, named "La Casa el Pollo Loco", or "Home of the Crazy Chicken!"
Sailor is my chocolate lab, who trained himself to take the basket out each day to bring back the eggs we gather.