If you have a garden you know that sh*t is important. It makes the green stuff grow real good.
We are lacking in good sh*t around here.
Oh we have plenty of dog sh*t. And the occasional bull sh*t surfaces from time to time. But none of that is going to make my garden grow any better.
I'd like to have some chicken sh*t. But SM has put his foot down...no chickens.
(The other morning SM stands looking outside with a coffee cup in his hand.)
"There's nothing good on the computer and TV is a waste of time." SM
"Cabin fever?" Me
"I guess." SM
(I see my opportunity for my monthly chicken zinger. You see I have not given up hope that with a little gentle persuasion SM can be brought around to my way of thinking.)
"Just think...if we had chickens you'd be out there watering and feeding and...." Me
"No chickens. No chickens. NO CHICKENS!" SM
"...fluffing them up and talking to them and looking for eggs and..." Me
"We don't eat THAT many eggs." SM
"Well, I wouldn't want just laying hens, I'd want to raise some meat chickens for the freezer and..." Me
(Looking around I find that I'm talking to myself. Again. SM has left the room.)
Lynda at Cortina Creek Farm posted briefly about her worm bins. I've read about worm composting and worm castings before. Hmmmm.
Lets see. They don't cluck. They don't need fancy housing. The neighbors won't complain about them. They're not stinky (SM's opinion not mine...) The dogs won't eat them. (Well, maybe they would eat them but I think I can prevent that from happening.)
Is this the way to go? Can I get my good sh*t from a source that SM will tolerate?
This requires further investigation. Thoughts anyone?