When I moved the chickens to the hen house, I covered the floor with a bag of pine shavings. That was back around the first of June, and I had never changed the bedding since then. I had Cliff pick up a couple bags of pine shavings the other day. Today being a fairly decent day, I figured it was time to clean the stinking hen house.
It actually wasn't that hard a job: First I turned the chickens out. Then Cliff pulled the tractor up close to the door, so all I had to do was get the snow shovel full of bedding and poop, walk out the door to the bucket of the tractor, and toss it in. Because it was dry material, the combined poop and bedding weren't heavy. The worst part was the dust I stirred up, but I can handle that. Cliff spread the old bedding thinly over my garden. Ideally I would have composted it, but I don't compost.
My chickens now have the best-smelling chicken house around, at least for today.
Now I have to wait and see whether the hens will use their new nest. I also wonder if they will hesitate, going over the board in the doorway. Chickens are scared of anything new; you should have seen them the first time I opened their door to let them out when there was snow on the ground. It took them half-an-hour to decide it was safe. This is why we call cowardly people chicken, because chickens are afraid of anything they don't recognize.