The Shit I Have to Deal With…

From 2008-09-22

For those who think that Slogging is something you do when entering a store or mall from a paved parking lot: You are wrong. Slogging is what I do every day that it rains.

 

Fur covered bunny poop.

Blurry, but take my word for it, chicken feces floating in rain water.

The barn aisle: World’s Largest Litter Box.
The hay pile: World’s Greatest Cat Gym.

Would it shock you to find out that I can tell you which horse this came out of by the size, location and exact texture? It shocks me…and makes me kind of sad.


Sheep manure, anyone?

Are those raisins? No. Sorry. It’s goat turds.


Duck dookey.


Yep. Chinchilla guano. But Travis has to clean that up.

 

From 2008-09-22

 

From 2008-09-22

Yes, more than one litter box and the 2nd one is a roasting pan. There’s more than one reason we won’t be eating a turkey dinner here on Thanksgiving…

From 2008-09-22

The grave of all feces, the cold compost manure pile. It’s rich. It’s wormy. It’s BIG. I’m not going to mention the human component…
I just reread this post and want to clarify that mean the human component as in what comes out the back end and where *that* goes, not the human component of the ‘grave of all feces’. I promise that there’s no one buried there…not that I know of, anyway.

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About Blue Eagle Dreamer

Shamanic High Priestess and facilitator of empowerment and healing circles for girls and women, including a monthly Red Tent Temple. BA in English, minor in anthropology. Waldorf homeschool mom. Reiki master, cranial sacral therapist, herbalist, menstruvist, feminist, epicurian.
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