We also decided our coop needed a name because Micah and my Dad worked so hard on it, and it was such a labor of love. I don't think normal people name their coops, but, whatever. Who wants to be normal?
Anywho, back to the name, Micah and I met in San Diego when he was stationed out in Camp Pendleton, so we're going with Coop Pendleton. Catchy right?
He had some extra wood from his shed, so he cut me a piece and I made a sign.
Please excuse my lack of drawing skills. My Grandma (who is a talented artist) would be ashamed if she saw this sign, but I mean, it is going to be hung on a chicken coop. (That red blob is a rooster sihouette by the way.)
That's it for now all!