In the heat of fixing this house and getting ready to move in (and selling our house in 10 days and having to move before we were really ready) we stuck our chickens in the chicken coop without cleaning it beforehand.
It was disgusting. Every day I walked out there and felt guilty for allowing them to roost in a coop with old poop....goat poop.
Yes, goat poop. Dave's dad had turned the old chicken coop into a place for the goats to shelter.
It was a dangerous place. Walking required guessing which spot of the floor was solid and which was rotten. So, on a Saturday in September, I looked at Dave and said, "It's time to clean out the chicken coop."
As the coop aged, Dave's dad added new plywood to the floor. Instead of removing the old rotten lumber, he just kept adding fresh wood. We removed 4 layers of rotting floor and finally found the floor joists had completely disintegrated away.
At one point I asked, "Do you ever feel angry with your father for not taking care of things properly? If he had just fixed this floor correctly, the first time, we wouldn't be here having to completely re-do the floor."
Well, we live here now and aren't going to put up with rotting floors in the chicken coop. What I expected to be a Saturday project turned into a Weekend Warrior kind of job. Dave busted his butt. He dug out more dirt, exposing the concrete foundation. We laid plastic down as a moisture barrier. We leveled, we hammered, we fixed.