However, since then, I have done some Grandpa lifting in addition to some other things (we'll get there in a minute). Anyway, Grandpa is going through "med-adjustment syndrome". The dear old guy is so dreadfully susceptible to medications...he gets knocked off his head nearly every time he either goes on a new one, or even if he runs out of something and has a few days off. By this evening, he seems to be leveling out some. He spent the entire afternoon in bed and we just recently got him up. He did most of the transfer himself. Maybe by tomorrow evening he will be able to transfer safely on his own. I hope so!
This afternoon, I tackled a job that caused Grandpa to turn up his nose when I told him what I was fixing to go do. I cleaned the chicken coop. I should have taken before and after photos--or not. I would then have shown off what a dirty chicken farmer I am. The long and the short of it is that I cleaned out all winter's build up out of the old coop. The first wheel barrow load was a bit too much for me and I ended up accidentally tipping it over. Almost half of the stinking mess then sprawled all over the ground in front of the door--so I did my best to clean that up. After that, I stuck to roughly half full barrow loads. It is interesting how heavy wet chicken "stuff" is. It took probably an hour and a half to do the scraping and shoveling. When I got done with that, I put the hose on the most firehose setting I could get out if it and washed the coop down from ceiling to what is currently mud floor.
Once it dries out (probably tomorrow), I will go in and put clean straw down (making a mental note to do a little chicken coop clean up at least once a week), prepare all the 'furniture' (water can, feed bucket), and then run the girls from the newer coop on in.
Then, oh joy! Another coop to clean. Unfortunately, the second one is rather mite infested (more evidence that I need to work harder at chicken farming). Once I get that cleaned up I will organize it to my liking as a brooder coop. I am looking forward to getting peepers soon! Chickens may stink when they are wet...but I rather like the insane birds.
Savannah tells me supper is done...and am I ever ready for it!!