Picking up the poo.

Oh, what a lovely sunny, mild, spring light day. What better way to spend it than to clear pig poo and apply to the raspberry bushes!

The pig enclosure has been nicely turned over but has remained too sodden or too frozen to do much with since their departure in January.

But now it is March, hooray! Daylight until 6pm and hours of sunshine!

OH had picked out some the big rocks they turned over with their noses. Rocks too big for me to manhandle. The enclosure is big and very stoney so I started to pull out smaller rocks and pick up any nicely turned soil and remnant poo for my fruit trees. The smaller rocks will be invaluable for the on-going stone wall repairs. Not much goes to waste here.

Mindful of the lack of use of my shoulders and back, I interspersed this activity with speading the muck around the trees and bushes, weeding, throwing the frisbee, talking to the nieighbour and shifting my make-shift agility course to a drier patch of land. And taking the dog through her paces on the newly erected agility course comprising of 5 dodgy jumps. a weave made out of electric fencing posts and a tyre suspended from a frame.

It was poignant to look at the pigs bed, still hollowed out of rushes and silage in their shelter. They slept so soundly in there and when I called, I had to shout loudly to get them up. Then they would startle, jump up and run, squealing, across the boggy/frozen expanse of their run, eager for more pig nuts, rotton apples, stale bread or unwanted veg.

The tin fencing will have to come down. It is unsightly and the run will be empty for at least 2 years now.