My Fair Share

I cannot believe that it has been more than 2 years since I got some horse manure.

And so it was that yesterday I took my trailer to the place of a friend who is caring for someone else’s three horses.

There we were, two blokes collecting poo, just yabbering in the summer sun.  At one stage, there was a grandfather and a couple of kids in on it as well.  Afterwards, we stayed for dinner and fine company (a few wines and then maybe a few rums…).  What a great way,  I thought, to connect with community and tread lightly.

Now, sitting in the driveway, replete with slight steam for effect, is a trailer full of horse poo. Golden nuggets, just waiting to do the dance with our worms on the compost heaps that our vege patches turn into during these silly summer months.

I read something yesterday about the outside of the poo having some water repellant layer, which is why they hold their shape so long. The bloke who wrote that reckons the best thing to do is soak them in water, and then just pour the slurry on.

I might give it a go.