Gentle readers, the word of the day is manure.
You read that right.
Manure seems to have a different texture when the temperature is in the single digits as opposed to, let's say, in the twenties. One wouldn't think so, but it does.
Take, for example, my barn chores this morning. With the temps in the twenties I was expecting those frozen dinner plate sized patties that are easily pitchforked into the manure pile, Oh, but no.....instead there were fresh patties hidden underneath straw that stuck to my muck boots like bubble gum in the dog days of summer.
As I left the barn my partner in chores, my dutiful Aussie Shepherd, waited while I found a stick to unclog my boots.
This took several minutes......
|The Lady of the Yard|
As I ventured up to the porch I needed to take off my muck boots. In doing so I ended up with manure on my coveralls and gloves.....if it had ended up on my face, I might have passed out on the spot.
I ended up disrobing on the front porch, thankful that our nearest neighbor isn't even the slightest bit visible from our house. It wasn't time for the mailman and only the Lady of the Yard was witness to this catastrophe.
I bet you thought the word of the day was going to be snow.