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.
It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. It was a tiny ad.
Heat your home with the twigs that naturally fall of the trees in your yard
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