I've mucked out a pen or twenty, the ammonia (pre-biochar) in my nose, and a manure fork through a finger. Still kickin'. I think I am qualified to comment.
"You load sixteen tons, and what do you get ..."
Sing it real slow, to the rhythm of the muck-stick.
On my planet I'm considered quite beautiful. Thanks to the poetry in this tiny ad:
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