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.
Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is youer than you! - Seuss. Tiny ad: