And now it’s up to the chickens.

Eight large wheelbarrows full of compacted crap later…
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The level of the chicken yard is so much lower it’s currently possible to walk under all parts of the roof without stooping. Then I opened up a new bale, spread out the flakes and let the hens do the rest. Seymour supervised as they happily dug in, scratching like crazy and hoping for bugs or whatever.

They didn’t give me nearly the trouble I expected, just climbed in or under the coop and stayed out of my way.

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