This weekend while I was home we started fall housecleaning. Each fall we clean our chicken coop thoroughly before winter sets in southwest Montana and they are confined to quarters. Fall coop cleaning is not only a neat and tidy exercise, but is also step in promoting a healthy coop. It gets rid of all the nasty old bedding and dust that can be a hot bed of problems. Our chickens have a coop sectioned off of the shed with their own door, but they also have run of the shed (we have given up on keeping them out.) So fall housecleaning is really a two part cleaning experience.
It varies each year what we do to some degree. Some years we scrub down the walls but occasionally we give the interior a new coat of paint. This year it was paint. We rented a sprayer and it made getting in to all the crooks, crannies and working with the uneven wall boards and nails much easier. We consider yellow the color of sun the right color for our coop, so as before it is still yellow. This year we picked something a little brighter at the paint store and once it was up in the coop it looks like we probably have to plug that color in, it is so bright. This time we ended up not only painting the coop area, but the whole shed that was a mixture of paints, woods and just looked pretty cobbled up like it was from the inside. With that coat of paint it not only sealed everything back up, but made the shed look much better.
Our coop has a raised hardwood floor, but the chickens have taken over most of the shed, or at least they wander around in it all so we treat it all when we clean it. This means that we put down some fresh stall dry on the dirt floor in the shed, along with some fresh straw.
It looks pretty great now that we are done.
It is yellow everywhere in the coop….nest boxes…ceiling….everywhere.
We painted more than the just the coop. This time it was the whole shed.
In over 30 years a couple settles in to a division of duties they don’t think much about until something happens to rock the boat. In our household, we are in a routine and take so much for granted. Now that my husband is laid up with his injury we are seeing a shift of the household duties. Until at least December 2nd he will be in a cast with his toes pointed and no weight on the ankle. What this means is that there are a whole host of household duties that I am going to have to suck up and provide cover him on the household chore list.
RangerSir is sure that no one can do laundry as well as he can. Since he thinks he does it best, for the most part I have gotten out of the way and let him have at it for over 30 years. Our laundry room is on the lower level, and most of our living happens on the main level. He can get downstairs, but honestly he is not very stable doing stairs on crutches. I am now the family laundress. He has already raised his eyebrows when he sees what I have put in the same load. He has questioned items that went through the drier that he would have put on hangers or the drying rack. So far the most I get is the look of horror, but as long has he doesn’t end up with pink underwear or shrunk clothing I suspect that my skill-set will suffice.
The other household chore I have been forced into is running of the vacuum. My migraines are audio sensitive and even when I don’t have one, noise is very difficult for me. The noise generated by the vacuum puts me over the edge, even when I am not suffering from migraine pain. In the time RangerSir and I have been together the number of times I have run the vacuum I can like county with the fingers on one hand. He runs it when I am in the shower or out of the house. He is a real is peach and so sensitive to my needs. Though if he is a little put out with me, he has no qualms running it at any time he thinks is most effective to make his case. Now I am going to be forced to run this nasty tool at least once a week.
Bottom line is I don’t mind. I know if the roles were reversed he would have my back the same way. I am reminded to appreciate all that he does. I sometimes forget that it is him that makes many things happen, not some magic trick.