Exhaustipated

It's 10 in the morning and I am inside, sucking down my sixth glass of water, having decided that five cups of coffee may be over the top.  So far, I have:

Cleaned out the Hoop House

Washed waterers

Cleaned feeders

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.
Really.

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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.