We filled up the truck twice this morning with horse manure and added it to the pile that is growing into a mountain. It’s a very impressive pile and deserves a name — maybe Crapatoa or Mount Pooji. Feel free to come up with suggestions in the comments section. The stockpile of manure that was behind our neighbor’s stables is completely gone. He said that people used to get horse manure from him for their gardens, but not in years. The last person who asked wanted him to load and deliver. That was shocking as this stuff is like gold to us.
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