Woken up by sweet 7 year old granddaughter at 5am. "Can we watch a movie or play a game?" Sure, Jessie. So we watched Heidi on Netflix until we got hungry for breakfast. Cheesy eggs and matzah. Then at 9am I was out at the ChickArena improvising a temporary "playpen" for my four hens out in the backyard. Set a water bowl, feed bowl and makeshift nesting box (recycling bin turned on its side and lined with woodshavings) in the playpen. Then took down all the heavy duty tarps that enclose the whole Arena all winter to keep out the winter winds. Then spent the next three and a half hours emptying every last thing out of the ChickArena so I could do the annual major Spring cleanup. Took out bowls, strainers, plastic bags, clothespins, jars of dried mealworms, boxes of DE, grit and calcium bits, four big metal trash bins filled with layerfeed, UltraKibble, scratch and BOSS; brushes, brooms, rakes, stormwindow panes, and on and on. A year's worth of flotsam and jetsam. At 2:30 "Sam" and his two friends arrived. Sam answered my craigslist ad about a month ago: the ad offered my year's worth of chicken manure/woodshavings free of charge to anyone who would shovel it ALL out of the ChickArena and take away half of it for their gardens, and leave the other half with me for my gardens. There were a total of at least nine huge black leaf-collection plastic bags. I don't know for sure because DH began adding it to our vegetable garden's seven-month old compost heap immediately. Should be good and "ripe" by May 15th for sure. Took them about an hour to empty the year's worth of Deep Litter Method's stuff. And so, at about 4pm I turned my hose on full force and blasted the playhouse coop, and the little wooden henhouse and all the walls and ceiling of the ChickArena. Then scrubbed it all down by hand, using a solution of "natural soap" and Oxine and water. Then hose rinsed it all. After two hours, the sopping wet ground in the Arena perked enough to let the chickens back in and I finally put them to bed at 7:00 and then raced the last of the Passover visitors to the train station for a 7:30 train back to Brooklyn. (Some kinfolk stayed three days, some seven days and one stayed eight days. ) I am EXHAUSTIPATED ! (sic) Of the 16 guests at the Seder and for the rest of the Passover, three were here with stomach flu, four with burning sore throat head cold and the 9 year old had a fever of over 102. And a fine ole time was had by all. Lots of chocolate covered matzah and chocolate egg creams were consumed. And my daughter's cooking and baking and roasting was yummy delicious. (Had the last of her brisket for supper tonight.) I shall now indulge with either a shot of Southern Comfort or two Advils (never both) and take to my bed. Tomorrow I have to wash and rinse and dry the flotsam and jetsam and store it away and also will empty about ten bags of fresh woodshavings into the ChickArena. Roberta, I'm ready for the two new girls whenever you're ready to bring 'em. Smiles and waves to you all, -Carolyn