The visit from Marc Howell, Ferndale’s building inspector, was short and sweet. He immediately said it was a sturdy structure, and well weather-proofed. He asked about underground barriers, and I explained that we had buried cement pavers. If rodents or any other vermin make their way into the coop, he suggested burying wire mesh around the perimeter.
Marc also noted that the coop was at least 10 feet from any other structure. I had meticulously measured the distance from the shed to the coop, but still was relieved when he said it looked good.
Lifting the lid to the nesting box, he looked up, surprised to see I didn’t have any hens yet. I told him that we are picking up three chicks March 17. Because of this, Mark said he considered this to be a “rough approval.” Once he can come back and inspect the chicks — to make sure I only have three (the limit in Ferndale) and no roosters — he would give final approval.
This should take place in early May. By then the chicks should be grown up enough to live outside, and hopefully big enough to tell if they are pullets or roosters.
It’s a happy day on the homestead.
Chicks are only six weeks away.
And the countdown begins.