Another action packed day in my fascinating life.
Lessee, what did I do today? Oh, I mucked out the chicken coop. The boys helped me out, more willingly than I would have imagined.
I’m in a coop collective but I seem to be the only one willing to take on this bi-annual event. We practice deep litter composting which requires the litter to be cleaned out and replaced only twice a year. Otherwise we just scrape off the poop boards underneath the roosts once a week and spread fresh litter on top.
It makes for rather short work most of the time, except when it’s time to do a full muck out. Shockingly, I am the only person in a collective of eight adults who is willing to breathe dried, aerosolized chicken feces. I mean, no one else has volunteered. Go figure.
I’m not complaining, though. There is NO WAY I could have managed to have a flock of laying chickens by myself. The fact that they are not squawking in my windows at 4am is an even bigger bonus. We all contribute where we can.
I quickly rinsed off the poop and sawdust and hit Victoria’s Secret with Shé. We’re on a mission to find the perfect bra for me. It wasn’t the fun-filled event I was hoping for. No adorable selfies in the dressing room with us in matching lingerie or anything.
I had to bring the boys along so we were rushed into the basics of fit and comfort. Snore.
See? Isn’t my life amazing? Don’t you wish you were me?
Time to cut the crap.
By the way, this is my 400th post! It’s a rather anti-climactic one, but still, I’m feeling a little proud of myself.