I figured I’d eventually come around to shoveling shit — can’t really be a farmer without it. The shearer is coming tomorrow to relieve the flock of its wooly burden, and he needs a flat, clean place to work, so yesterday I cleaned out a section of the lambing barn for him.
I didn’t realize how deep the bedding had built up, but I managed to fill the tractor bucket seven times over.
I also got to make a significant contribution to the compost pile in one of the gardens.
Then today’s project was to set up the barnyard for sheep-sorting and bring the flock down from the pasture. While I shoveled shit alone, I was grateful to have help today from my shearer, Bruce Clement, and friend Wendy Pelletier in setting up the temporary handling system and moving the sheep.