The Farming Life
Ah, life on a farm. Work hard, eat well, sleep well. The simple life. Not a care in the world. Just soaking up the sun as I gaze across the fields. Carrots, broccoli, onions, radish, corn, tomatoes, rice. It is hard work though. The planting, the weeding, the feeding of animals, the washing of eggs and... the shoveling of shit.
Yesterday, I arrived at a new farm. The previous place grew the vegetables mentioned above and raised chickens for eggs. This place grew mainly cabbage and raised cattle for meat. Cattle are big beasts, even the young ones here. At the shoulder, they stand as tall as me. And with such great power comes great bowel movement.
This morning, I woke up at 0610, ready for a fresh experience. And a fresh experience I received as the head of the family lead me into the cattle barn and explained to me my task for the morning. "Open this door but keep the other one close or the cattle will dash through to escape." Then he scoops up the muck on the floor and tosses it out the door, demonstrating to me my task. "Please move all the dung out of the barn."
"Ok." Hey I can do this, just push the shovel along the floor and toss whatever I dredge up out the door. After all, I've done similarly unpleasant stuff before, like er... pick pubes out of the urinal during BMT.
But if you think BMT toilet cleaning is tough...
The floor of the barn is covered in sludge. Feces definitely and it has been raining quite a bit recently so that probably explains the muddy consistency, I thought to myself as I start pushing the goop towards the door with the end of my shovel. Then I hear a familiar sound, like that of running water coming out of a tap. I look out and see a bull peeing. Then it dawned upon me how cow crap became goo. Oh.
The worse smell in the barn didn't come from the dung, it came from the piss. Do you guys remember that ammonia smell when your shirt has been soaked in sweat and mud after training? That acrid, burning odor? That was what I was engulfed in. Then there is the digging out of shit and urine-soaked straw from the many potholes in the floor. The potholes made it particularly hard to move the manure out. So there I am using a pitchfork and shovel to move all that animal poop out. And I do a damn good job of it. The mum comes in later and she says that its really clean. "Actually, we don't really clean it up that much and we actually leave the holes filled in so the cattle don't twist their ankles in them." Oh.
So in the afternoon, I'm back in the barn and filling it up with fresh straw and stamping dried grass into various holes. After that, I feed hay to more cattle, my last task of the day. The end.
Yesterday, I arrived at a new farm. The previous place grew the vegetables mentioned above and raised chickens for eggs. This place grew mainly cabbage and raised cattle for meat. Cattle are big beasts, even the young ones here. At the shoulder, they stand as tall as me. And with such great power comes great bowel movement.
This morning, I woke up at 0610, ready for a fresh experience. And a fresh experience I received as the head of the family lead me into the cattle barn and explained to me my task for the morning. "Open this door but keep the other one close or the cattle will dash through to escape." Then he scoops up the muck on the floor and tosses it out the door, demonstrating to me my task. "Please move all the dung out of the barn."
"Ok." Hey I can do this, just push the shovel along the floor and toss whatever I dredge up out the door. After all, I've done similarly unpleasant stuff before, like er... pick pubes out of the urinal during BMT.
But if you think BMT toilet cleaning is tough...
The floor of the barn is covered in sludge. Feces definitely and it has been raining quite a bit recently so that probably explains the muddy consistency, I thought to myself as I start pushing the goop towards the door with the end of my shovel. Then I hear a familiar sound, like that of running water coming out of a tap. I look out and see a bull peeing. Then it dawned upon me how cow crap became goo. Oh.
The worse smell in the barn didn't come from the dung, it came from the piss. Do you guys remember that ammonia smell when your shirt has been soaked in sweat and mud after training? That acrid, burning odor? That was what I was engulfed in. Then there is the digging out of shit and urine-soaked straw from the many potholes in the floor. The potholes made it particularly hard to move the manure out. So there I am using a pitchfork and shovel to move all that animal poop out. And I do a damn good job of it. The mum comes in later and she says that its really clean. "Actually, we don't really clean it up that much and we actually leave the holes filled in so the cattle don't twist their ankles in them." Oh.
So in the afternoon, I'm back in the barn and filling it up with fresh straw and stamping dried grass into various holes. After that, I feed hay to more cattle, my last task of the day. The end.
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