My college education at work…

It’s a beautiful thing to see the fruits of my academic labor coming into play…

 

 

I’m deftly accurate with a pitch fork.

I’m ambidextrous and nimble with my slinging accuracy.

I move in harmony with a manure fork like an artist trained by the masters.

I’m a poop picker, pickin’ poop out of a paddock.

Say that five times fast.

There’s a good tongue-twister.

Kind of like:  “She sells sea shells by the seashore”…

Here’s another one:  “Black bug’s blood”…………….say that one five times fast, too…

but……………..I digress……………

 

*****Back to organic, digestation re-distribution.*****

 

That’s my forte.

I’m well-qualified………..I’ve been doing it for years…………over fifty.

 

 

Hmmmmmmmm….

I’m really not sure I should advertise this fact as a curriculum vitae asset………………

Hmmmmmm.

 

 

Plus, Claire & Chantilly are more than amply-able and willing to help me in that department…

They are behemoth, fertilizer-producing machines.

 

And so……………………..I pick the poop.

I regularly pick the poop out of their paddock at Mary Constance’s stables.

I’m a connoisseur of the tools and accoutrements necessary for this art-form.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I prefer double-tired wheelbarrows……………..mostly.

 

I’m too klutz-ie for a single wheeled one……………they are always tipping and dumping on me.

Pickin’ poop is an art form & a talent.

Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise…………