I'm still working on the coop that I designed from scratch. My dad and nephew had volunteered to build it, but I didn't realize at the time that dad's been having trouble with his eyes. He couldn't actually see any of my blueprints, and Dearest Nephew was just following his instructions without checking. I'm having to take everything apart and redo it. He put the nesting boxes up where I can't reach them, the window is on the roof, and God only knows what he was trying to do with the doors! It's like Picasso's interpretation of a chicken coop. But I'm not allowed to say anything because he'll throw a fit, and use my tractor to guilt-trip me. Grrrrrr.