Annually, there’s a big problem at Hacienda Del J&H as the manure pile gets out of hand. Last summer I hauled it away with Ian’s tractor, but I couldn’t promise to do that this time due to reliability issues. How many times can I leave the tractor on the side of the road for a day or a week, bucket full of manure, before the neighbors start to complain? So this year we did something new involving D&L’s tractor, and I made a promise I’m already regretting.
Every week I dump approximately six of these. Most are rather more full than this, some are overflowing. Let it accumulate for a year, and that’s a helluva lot of horseshit. Haul it away every week and it’s not that big a deal. So I promised to come by with the Jeep trailer every Friday.
Most of the year that’s not going to be a particularly harrowing job. Dry horse shit stays in apple form, dries quickly, and weighs very little. But this is Monsoon, during which horse shit returns to a masticated form of its original consistency, holds moisture beautifully, combines with the mud below it, and weighs a very great deal. The Augean stables were…approximately just like this.
There was actually talk of bulldozing the latest mountain’o’dung into the gully behind it, which would have pretty much applied the Heraclean solution to the Augean problem. I talked them out of that: You really want to fill that pretty rock canyon with shit, where it will (most visibly) flow to the wash every time it rains? You’re gonna hate that.
So anyway, for the next several weeks I expect to work up a very good sweat every Friday morning. After that, when things dry out again, it’ll be less of a burden.
I do wish I’d discussed payment in more detail, though. I mostly promised it through anxiety that I might be losing the shit shoveling gig entirely, and that’s still up in the air.