The battle of the nest

I couldn't take it any more. It had been nagging at me all summer and I finally snapped this past weekend. The younger turkey's nest was just a mess! Not only a mess but we've lived in this coop for 2 years and his walls were still naked. Egads. So I finally broke the "non interference" rule, invoked the Monroe Doctrine, and marched on the #2 Nest. Swiffer dusters peeking out from the tool belt, drill firmly in hand, I was ready for battle. (Cue theme song.)

It was a brutal day in the Nest. The battle left me breathless at times and my heart was racing as I defeated moldy kitchenware, and recycled water bottles and soda cans. I was dusty, grimy, sweaty, and fighting with a broken nail. A quick trip to the mess hall at noon and a session with the emery board then I was ready for the afternoon's battle. A couple lone spiders tried to get me off my game but there was no deterrance. Socks were thrown in to the hamper, trash swept ruthlessly in to bins. Curtain rods - UP! Wall shelves - INSTALLED! Carpet - CLEAN! Bed linens - CHANGED! And just like that the battle was over. I retreated to the larger nest, cleaned and polished the drill before locking it in its case, changed out of camo gear, donned the sunglasses, and left to pick up Drew who was returning from camp.

The Battle of the Nest was hastily called so no journalists were embedded for the fray. However, your intrepid blogger did snap these before and after shots:

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