A maid for our maidens

I did as much as I wanted to do in the guesthouse and I decided to drive Clara home since I had 4 boxes of 'stuff' for her, which she was ever so grateful for. Then, I cleaned out all the wood chips in the hen house while Kevin turned over the compost, getting it ready for all the dirty chips I'd be adding to it. I ushered our hens outside who need quite a bit of coaxing as they seem to prefer hanging out in their lovely home. I shovelled all the chips into my blue yard container (which we brought from Canada), then hosed everything down. Chicken don't have any sense of decorum, they are not clean animals in the least, but I was amazed their nests were not dirtier (little cubbies where they will lay their eggs once they start laying). It started to rain pretty hard at that point so I quickly finished up and closed the door hoping the breeze would dry the floor. We'll have to go up later and add the clean wood chips. Our poor hens are still outside... I might be their maid, but I'm also their mistress and they don't get to go back in until the wood chips are spread. They will surely sleep well tonight, once they're allowed back in... the only thing missing are the chocolates on their pillows.