"Scooping Poop is Thera-pootic!"
Somebody wrote that here a while back. I got one of those
Petco dog poop dust-pans with a little scraper, not a rake. It is my new meditation, scooping poop off the stairs and driveway. I feel like its healthier than sitting with knitting, and it gives me the blessed chance to be out in the sun. The pole is waist high, so I don't have to stoop. For me, who works 12 hour shifts, getting outside every other day or after my 3-day workin'-weekend, its kind of a treat. With ALL the kids in school, a hawk to watch for and 2-3 days' worth of "deposits", I find myself spending more time out there than I have to. Really, all the poops are cleaned up in less than 5 minutes, but I admit I hunt around for longer, pacing, breathing, talking with the chickens. Its a break from the real world.
Plus, I've learned how to compost it. Turning that compost heap smells like heaven. Especially with orange peels and corn husks from this summer...............and every morning I dump the half glass of pinot noir I hadn't finished the night before in there, too. In a perfect world, the chickens would have to live ON a compost heap.
Now if you find me scooping the poop and mumbling to myself, "mine...........mine..........mine............" you know what I'm up to. I have big plans for adding "Blue Girl" hybrid tea roses in the spring...............