I know it looks bad, but I guarantee it smells a thousand times worse. You know that odor when you floss your teeth and a big ol' hunk of last night's dinner comes popping out from between your back molars? That's what crap, hay, and ten inches of rain will smell like, but kicked up a few notches Emril Lagasse style. I can only handle it for a couple hours before I start retching. Since it takes me about three hours to complete the job, I space it over a couple days.
The chickens freak when I do the dig out as tons of yummy worms are revealed under all that muck. They barely even touch their feed on these occasions. Lots o' worms = happy chickens.
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