Layers upon layers of JUNK. Beer cans. Feed sacks. Junk Junk JUNK.
I cannot fathom the sort of person who would live like this. I don't care if it is "just" a chicken house or not...this mess is a picture of ungratefulness and lack of pride. It is like throwing God's gifts right back in His face. A person ought to take pride in what they have-whether it be their mansion, tent, car OR chicken house. Thankyouverymuch.
Oh-but I am not through yet. Whenever I think of it, my feathers get all ruffled....and I find myself appauled anew.
In the actual coop was about 5 inches of compacted guano and the fully intact skeletons of over a dozen chickens! One poor thing was clawing its way out of the door! We assume the person just let them starve to death. That is, if you could CALL him a person. My niece called it a chicken graveyard. For the record: that was not fun.
Of course, Matt did most of the work (HALLELUJAH!!!)
My only contribution was cleaning the screening:
Feel free to scroll back up to see the end results again. And AGAIN. In order to protect yourselves from nightmares for the next month. Go ahead--scroll back up to the happy place and NEVER return to this post again!