Ang has been given the ultimatum from Vera about getting Hershey to our farm. We have been fortunate to this point to have him boarded at another farm. She wants him at our house in at least 2 weeks.
So, with this in mind… I got home tonight and was looking forward to relaxing. When I pulled into the driveway, I saw my fate for the evening. Ang was scooping manure from the stalls! Great, just what I wanted to do.
To add even more pleasure to the experience… One of the “Thing-a-ma-bob’s” where the chickens roost in the coop was sitting outside the barn door for the last few days. It has been raining on it, and saturated the ancient chicken poop. You can not believe the odor! I just about barfed when I got near it. I am not a wimp about these things! I cant even remember the last time I “ralfed”… Maybe my 21st birthday?
How could I forget! Friday night I got to “drive” fence posts! I couldn’t move my hands, and I am still picking away the blisters. I had bought a pole driver at “Farm and Fleet. It is a pretty arcane device by today’s technology! I almost thought it was a joke. I am out there pounding away, up and down, up and down! Ang did it once or twice (Just enough to humor me!), I think I used to laugh at people when they told me about being sore…. But I can now attest to the pain that is left over.
On the music front. I am totally digging the new Bare Naked ladies tune, “Pinch Me”. They are over commercialized, but I should not criticize anyone’s success! Check it out.
Back to the scooping manure. Ang piled it into the utility wagon and made a few trips to a burning pile. We lit that pile at 6PM this evening… I am sitting here at 11:30 PM, and I still see flames! I hate going to bed with that going on.