08 August, 2017

Little Helpers

I’ve been a vegetarian for over 10 years, vegan for 2 of those.  It’s not unusual for me to say no to chicken…but it goes further than that.  When I say, “I don’t like chicken” it not only means in the gastric sense, but as a whole, I do not like chickens.  They seem like dirty nasty stupid creatures who cannot be taught.  They look dorky when they run crookedly.  They seem to have not received the memo about the quickest way from point A to point B is a straight line.

In 2014 a couple of chickens who lived at Wat Opot gave me an egg everyday hidden somewhere in my room.  That wasn’t so bad as we take care of the unwanted young regardless of where they come from.  Those chickens came in quietly left me an unborn offspring and left just as quietly.  No drama, no fuss.

In 2016 we had to rehome our dog Lucy because of her obsession with killing chickens.  Destroying the nasty fowl at Opot and in the village (for sport) was not making her any friends.  That’s actually an understatement because she had death threats out on her.

Now it’s 2017 and for the past 6 months I have dealt with chickens again…chickens and their shit!  Now I’ve written about baby shit and my frustration with it’s daily occurrence, but chicken shit is way different.  For one, the children as a general rule do not do it on the floor, nor do they poop all over the kitchen, living room, laundry room and bedroom floors of the girls dorm.  Toddlers no, chickens yes.

To make a short story long, the chickens running rampant on our property decided to roost in our storage room which is easily accessible to them by open barred windows and door.  Unbeknownst to me, they had decided to roost on top of our port-a-crib.  Our wonderful little bed that has been the night time sanctuary for quite a few over the years.

With the 1st and 2nd graders home from school for the day, I put them to work deep cleaning the bed.  But ‘work’ is a pretty flexible word around here...especially when it involved soap and a water hose.

I kept the momentum of playing with the hose going and had them clean the colorful little chairs in the girls dorm moving along the grass as not to flood one area.  Like the bed, they had no problem cleaning them.

It's an ongoing chore to keep everything in order, but with so many helpers, my job is a bit easier especially if the chore involves the hose and soap!

So, a few days later, I had nothing but volunteers when I needed to clean the mats the preschoolers sleep on.

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