I dove into the sunny afternoon yesterday and did a thorough spring cleaning of the chicken coop, down even to the scrubbing the floor and walls with chlorine-water. I feel like a good mother, now. I aired it out, rinsed everything with the hose, and refilled the nesting boxes and floor with fresh, clean pine wood shavings.
I got no thanks when I opened their little door, just a mad rush to the hanging feed bucket. They were all irritated that I’d kept them from eating and laying their eggs for a couple of hours. No matter, I feel very good about it and am now looking at the old straw spread on the floor of their run, debating whether I have the energy to rake it out and start fresh as well.