the perils of preplanning

and the case of the stinky chicken bucket

I’ve got a moment and a bit of energy. I can do a couple of things tonight that and things tomorrow will be easier…

That’s what I thought when I decided to optimize my evening.

I brought in the chicken water bucket so I wouldn’t have to smash out the ice in the morning.

I was thinking ahead!

I even filled the pail with water so I could get up and just bring the water out to the ladies. If I could carry the worms with me, I’d save a lot of steps.

A chicken water pail comes with a life of its own.

The water pail sits in my compost heap.

The chickens are constantly dropping turds in and around it.

If I were truly thinking ahead I likely would have taken the time to wash out the bucket.

It wouldn’t have been enough.

The odours from that bucket had their own shadows. Some even had mobile phones.

My ‘optimization’ woke me up at the sub optimal time of three ay ehm.

My home reeked with the stench of optimization.

Tomorrow?

I’m going back to the old and inefficient way of filling my bucket in the morning.

This old fool seems to have a nose for inefficiencies.