This picture shows a medium
size pile of horse manure in front of the large mass of wood chips near
our parking area.
That load of horse dung
represents years of back and forth with the guy who scoops it out of
the neighbors barn. My timing was just right last week on New Years Eve
when I was driving home from the store with some beer and happened to
notice the guy pull in to the driveway of the barn full of organic gold
as Anna sometimes calls it.
I stopped....shared a couple
beers....casually mentioned how easy it might be for him to dump the
latest horse manure next to our wood chips instead of the previous
place. Talked about
chicken waterers and sweet potatos and headed on home.
In my opinion the moral of
this story is to never under estimate the motivation that a cold beer
can inspire.