In terms of routine, shovelling shit is numero uno. All days start and end with manure in some way, shape or form. At 8 am and at 6 pm, we feed the animals and scrape/ shovel/ push/ lift/ wheel out the massive amounts of dung onto a giant heap of poop and straw outside. I never knew manure could be so... unwieldy. So unpredictable. You think you know how to approach it, you think you can handle it with a certain movement, only to find out that it's a wet one and it is intricately entwined with the straw and other dry matter and refuses to budge until you find a FORK to dig it out. Training in the gym doesn't prepare you for this...
|So much shit, so little time|
|I had machine envy. Aurelie really rocked this one.|
Before lunch, I go for my first swim of the day (second one at dusk, of course!).
|Ah, bliss. If I hadn't burnt my bum in the sun...|
|Stronger than you think. Even took a kick to the head from mommy cow. It was meant for me.|