Cleaned out the Hoop House
Sorted out my electric net fencing (conveniently hiding
behind 30 bales of hay - which had to be moved)
Transported the Nuggets by cat carrier
Weeded two raised beds because I lack focus
Now, it's 11:48A and I am in again for a PBJ sandwich, glass of water number seven and two pieces dove dark chocolate. I have added:
Scraping dried chicken poop off of roosting bars,
nesting boxes and most of the flat surfaces. It's like epoxy, for Nat's sake.
Shoveled and moved two giant-economy loads of
cement-like chicken poop to the compost complex
Weeded another bed (see above)
Washed and hung up three loads of laundry
The combination of 35+ chickens over the winter in my 8x10 coop has convinced me that downsizing is the way to go. Either that, or I need minions. I was working against the clock this weekend, as rain was forecast for all day on Monday and I needed to get the coop cleaned. In the end, I shoveled and moved eight huge wheelbarrow-loads to the compost complex. I am so glad it is done. Until the fall.
|After dusting, but before shoveling|
|First egg in the clean nesting boxes|
|I should really clean those windows.|
Really, I should.
This was written before Sunday afternoon. On Sunday afternoon, something so truly horrific happened that it has left me without the will or ability to write. I will be off-line for some time, trying to come to grips with it, if that is possible. In the briefest of explanations, it involves the dogs. That is all I am able to say. Bear with me.