i have a barn that previous owners never mucked out. The spoiled hay & straw is 3 feet deep in places, packed down like plywood, & the bottom layer is still damp from urine. It took the better part of a week to get just a quarter of the stall area clear to the concrete floor. It has to be done with a pick & shovel since there’s no way to get a skidsteer through the door.
i will say that when it’s rototilled into the garden, it makes great fertilizer & winter cover, but does it ever reek!
i have neighbours who voted for TFG, and would happily do so again, and i have other neighbours who are having qualms but are likely to vote for him again.
i think it’s pretty widely known among them how i feel about TFG & the GOP, but i don’t wear it on my sleeve.
In all our interactions, neither of they nor i bring up politics. When we first moved here, all the neighbours where friendly & helpful, and continue to be. i know who’s who, and who are inclined to agree with my politics (there’re a couple of them).
There’s a detente, a live & let live ethic here. There’s occasional good-natured ribbing, but i let it pass. Life’s too short, & i’m too old to have to move again. On election day, i vote.
‘I have never seen a situation so dismal that a policeman couldn’t make it worse.’
-Brendan Behan.