posted on Wednesday
I love my new barn.
I especially love my new barn on nights when I’m settling down to sleep and I suddenly think the dreaded thought:
Did I close the hay stall door?
And then I pad through the darkness to the office, flip on the back light, peer through the window, and say, “Why, yes, I did. Go, me!”
This is such and improvement on get dressed, put on shoes, gear up for weather, head out several layers of doors and the yard gate, and walk around to where I can see the front of the barn.
It really is.
It’s actually not a new barn so much as it is a nearly new barn, constructed just over a year ago upon the move from Arizona to New Mexico, and then recently relocated here. And boy, was it painstakingly positioned–exactly so I can look out that window for exactly that reason. Well…and to check on the horsie, too.
So, you ask…what’s this about manure landscaping?
“Run-off from the yard has to drain away from the barn,” I said as the site was under construction. Really. I said it many times. I’m pretty sure a note of desperation entered my voice. Why, I might even have gotten a little…testy. The response was always, “It’s not done yet, it’ll be fine when it’s done.”
Problem is, I guess, I never did stamp my foot. Because then one day it was done, and…well.
Water runs directly at the barn. Laser targeting. Distinct downhill.
El Nino winter? The hay stall floods. The horse stall is mud. The area in front of the stall door is…
One of these days someone is going to come looking for me and find nothing but a feebly waving hand sticking up from the mud.
The stall floor is now lined with double-layered stall mats, and that’s helped a lot. Just outside the stall entry? I’m stumped. And after the snow-rain of the past couple days, I’m desperate! The ground is half frozen, half mud, and I don’t want to disturb the wood shredding-covered ground where it’s still stable. So what do I have to work with?
And so I’m trenching; I’m building high ground. I’m directing the water as I can, with the materials at hand.
Yes, it is I.
The Happy Poo Farmer.
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