We like to break things

Today was demolition day for the inside of the shed. The previous owner had housed a great many birds in there in a complicated series of hand-built cages, all containing the remains of the seed, bedding, feathers and excrement of their former inhabitants. The stench was unbelievable. I lost count of the bird boxes I pulled out, quite spectacularly, when one of them proved to be current housing for a family of mice. Each cage had to be pried out and then swept out. Luckily, the previous owner also left us a pry bar and a sledge hammer. Very handy and very satisfying to wield when things proved stubbornly attached to the wall.
Eventually, with Bob going back and forth loading up the stuff I threw out on the lawn into piles for the dump, we were rewarded with a more or less empty shed and two shed doors that actually open and close. There is much more to be done, of course, but we already have a shed we can put stuff into — woohoo!