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.
Please all, and you will please none --Aesop ... displeased tiny ad:
Your suggestions have been mashed into the PIE page - wuddyathink?