In the pursuit of clean there are many tools. Dust pans, dust bins, dusters, vacuums, vacuum attachments, cleaners, wipers, scrubbers, scrapers, grouters, removers, refinishers, vinegar, bleach, peroxide, soap, soda, salt, and lemons. Mops, flops, rags, bags, clippers, washers, dryers, and multiple aisles at your local retail store offering untried tempting goops, fluids, sponges, clothes, erasers, blowers, suckers, pushers, and pullers. Good luck! And may the odds be with you!
Nature provided the ultimate answer to all our cleaning needs. Sunlight. Here at LaFollett Estate the morning rising sun in the winter months casts it's powers at a perfect angle revealing all nemesis; dust, crumbs, pellets, paw prints, fur, flake, food bits, bone chunks, sand, dirt, dander, and pile punctuated with floating floofs and flotsam meandering to the floor. The setting sun delivers the same power on the opposite side of the house in the late five o'clock hour. How lovely.
Light at this point, is my power tool. Science has brought tools to harness light. Ultra violet bulbs and laser beams to name two.
I prefer blinds. Roller, horizontal, lateral, wood, plywood, plastic, cloth, or polyester. They all kill the light.
When surfaces remind me of mountain ranges in Colorado, I pull the blinds. If the floor in the birdroom proves we have birds, I enjoy using our new wood blinds that match the interior. Why wouldn't I want to see more of the green cloth and wood grains?
Alas, parrot poop does not disappear. It is impervious to light. Unless you turn off the lights. At night. And walk away. No more floor problems to look at. It also helps to go to bed.
Rabbit fur weighs less than parrot feathers. Piggle poop does not roll around like rabbit coco puffs. An African Grey's mess does not look like a macaw's. Dogs will eat parrot poop if the parrot ate something interesting earlier. (This particular factoid can pay off if you are pressed for time.)
Clean is a relative term. It is also a moving target. There will ebbs in your tidal clean. Don't beat yourself up on this, the moon is full. There will be flows, when space/time allows that special brain chemical rush that creates motivation to clean. You wake up and think, oh yes! CLEANING! This is what I was born to do! And so you do. All day. The flow is strong. The end result clear, clean, shiny and fresh.
At this point you can either saran wrap the house and by a new one to live in, or you can realize tides change. And your parrots and companions will be fixing all this success.
If you are wealthy enough to own two houses, one saran wrapped while the other used, congratulations. You've applied the underpants theory to real estate with fierce skills and banking prowess.
I'm gonna close the blinds. I can never get the saran wrap started on the roll. I end up with saran shreds, that I have to clean up. Which is just one more thing.