Sunday, March 22, 2009
In a small town, there are certain advantages.
Being near to marvels of technology, having job prospects, and marvelous cultural opportunities are not included in that list, but having friends with livestock definitely is.
We have a muleskinner friend who lives down the street, and he called me with an offer. "Ya got somewhere you could use some manure?" Do I have somewhere I could use some manure? Ha. I've always a use for a load or five of bio-gold.
So the kids and I had a bit of fun hauling and unloading oodles of burro, mule and horse shin. They really are good sports.
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