Just like the seasonal flu the seasonal stink is back.
Sometimes I would welcome the flu and not the stink. Nonetheless the neighbor’s honey wagon is as predictable as the spring and fall migration of the resident songbirds.
I’m not sure how many gallons that tank holds but it is full of liquefied bovine poo.
And it has its own unique pungency. Having festered in a manure pit for a spell - by the time this high octane stuff is sprayed on the field it will make your eyes water if you happen to be directly down-wind of the stuff.
Whew!
But that’s part of country life. Once all the city folk move to the country seeking relief from the city woes they will most certainly begin to bitch about stuff like harvesting late into the night, hunting and manure spreading – all of which predated their arrival.
You see – they want everything to conform to their comfortable vision of country life.
Me?
I like the stink this time of year.
It’s good cover for bow hunting when the wind blows wrong.
Sometimes I would welcome the flu and not the stink. Nonetheless the neighbor’s honey wagon is as predictable as the spring and fall migration of the resident songbirds.
I’m not sure how many gallons that tank holds but it is full of liquefied bovine poo.
And it has its own unique pungency. Having festered in a manure pit for a spell - by the time this high octane stuff is sprayed on the field it will make your eyes water if you happen to be directly down-wind of the stuff.
Whew!
But that’s part of country life. Once all the city folk move to the country seeking relief from the city woes they will most certainly begin to bitch about stuff like harvesting late into the night, hunting and manure spreading – all of which predated their arrival.
You see – they want everything to conform to their comfortable vision of country life.
Me?
I like the stink this time of year.
It’s good cover for bow hunting when the wind blows wrong.
(if you want a bigger stink - click on the picture to enlarge)
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