in efforts to start a compost pile, i woke up on that Monday morning on a mission to locate some turds. i remembered seeing some cows up the road and figured i´d inquire there. (the only animal beside mange-y dogs are chickens and i was not too keen on the idea of collecting chicken poo from free-range chickens-¡imagìnate!).
i enjoyed the morning air and the 3K walk with my iPod, two small plastic bags & two large, empty feedsacks with handles in tow. i approached a ramshackle fence about 50 meters from a house with a ´¡Buenos Dìas!´but heard no reply except disgruntled dogs and roosters acknowledging my arrival. after about five minutes of hollering with a crescendoing assertiveness, i resigned to making the trip another day instead of trespassing.
of course, as i was walking away, a truck pulled up and dropped off the son of the farmer. i explained why i was there and he consented with a confused-slightly amused look on his face. i wiggled through the barbed wire fence with the cows (friendly, thankfully) and narrowed in on some fresh cow pies.
i didn´t bring a shovel, mind you, for carrying a shovel would have been cumbersome. so that´s why i brought plastic bags. despite previous encounters with manure, i´d never had the privelege of such tactile intimacy as this. i used the bags as gloves and filled the two feed sacks to holding capacity (note-to-self: wet shit weighs a lot) and waited for the next truck to pass by.
my luck couldn´t have been better as the yellow camioneta appeared within a minute. my luck ran out about as quick, as the truck only went about half the distance until it had to turn around. the next truck would be around in two hours. an obvious question formed- two hours of twiddling my thumbs or a 3/4 mile walk with heavy poop bags?
i had to stop every 50 meters to rest my hands from the handles cutting into my palms. i made it about 1/2 of a mile and desperately wished for a ride as my hands were tender and my legs were chaffed army green from the bags rubbing.
fortunately, i hitched a ride without too much waiting with an unsuspecting city folk and made it back home delighted to initiate the first of many compost experiments...
*if you want to start a compost pile and have or have access to cows, horses, goats, sheep, rabbits, guinea pigs and/or chickens, here´s some websites to help you out:
http://www.motherearthnews.com/Organic-Gardening/1991-08-01/Make-And-Use-Compost.aspx
http://www.extension.umn.edu/distribution/horticulture/DG3296.html
sending love. kindi
i enjoyed the morning air and the 3K walk with my iPod, two small plastic bags & two large, empty feedsacks with handles in tow. i approached a ramshackle fence about 50 meters from a house with a ´¡Buenos Dìas!´but heard no reply except disgruntled dogs and roosters acknowledging my arrival. after about five minutes of hollering with a crescendoing assertiveness, i resigned to making the trip another day instead of trespassing.
of course, as i was walking away, a truck pulled up and dropped off the son of the farmer. i explained why i was there and he consented with a confused-slightly amused look on his face. i wiggled through the barbed wire fence with the cows (friendly, thankfully) and narrowed in on some fresh cow pies.
i didn´t bring a shovel, mind you, for carrying a shovel would have been cumbersome. so that´s why i brought plastic bags. despite previous encounters with manure, i´d never had the privelege of such tactile intimacy as this. i used the bags as gloves and filled the two feed sacks to holding capacity (note-to-self: wet shit weighs a lot) and waited for the next truck to pass by.
my luck couldn´t have been better as the yellow camioneta appeared within a minute. my luck ran out about as quick, as the truck only went about half the distance until it had to turn around. the next truck would be around in two hours. an obvious question formed- two hours of twiddling my thumbs or a 3/4 mile walk with heavy poop bags?
i had to stop every 50 meters to rest my hands from the handles cutting into my palms. i made it about 1/2 of a mile and desperately wished for a ride as my hands were tender and my legs were chaffed army green from the bags rubbing.
fortunately, i hitched a ride without too much waiting with an unsuspecting city folk and made it back home delighted to initiate the first of many compost experiments...
*if you want to start a compost pile and have or have access to cows, horses, goats, sheep, rabbits, guinea pigs and/or chickens, here´s some websites to help you out:
http://www.motherearthnews.com/Organic-Gardening/1991-08-01/Make-And-Use-Compost.aspx
http://www.extension.umn.edu/distribution/horticulture/DG3296.html
sending love. kindi
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