Life in the country is full of dirty jobs. Somebody’s got to do them, and it might as well not be me.
We had another outdoor labor party this weekend. Weston was assigned the chicken house. See him awaiting the onset of his task. He was like a kid waiting for Christmas! Eager!
Okay, not really. He’s eager for gas and date money, though, so he does dirty jobs.
To clean the chicken house, the roosts come out and the muck is scraped off the floor, put in a wheelbarrow, and piled off out of the way to “mature” before being put on the garden at some later point.
As many chickens are gotten out as will go.
The rest are at least shooed out of the house and into the chicken yard, and the door between the house and the yard closed up.
Meanwhile, I actually had Morgan on some indoor duty, cleaning silver. (Did you know you can clean silver with homemade cleaner, too? Boil a pot of water with a teaspoon of baking soda and a teaspoon of salt. Dip the silver in the pot and polish!)
More work included cleaning the back porch (which really needed it). Trash (empty boxes and other assorted items) was carted away, and it was also another opportunity to prune stuff (aka junk). We also finally got wire up on the back porch gate, which will help keep the chickens out.
After all the trash and junk was removed, there was a lot of sweeping.
Weston also got some logs moved that I’d been using to shore up a spot where the baby goats were escaping. (That’s been fixed now.)
While all of this was going on, I was canning green beans and fixing dinner. And checking on BP.
Chicken house before:
Chicken house after:
Silver before (this was my mother’s silver–she would be so ashamed):
Silver after (my mother would be proud):
Back porch before:
Back porch after:
And that was Sunday on the farm. (NOT a day of rest!)
Except for the dogs.