Speaking of chicken @#$%

I put down a load of pelletized chicken $hit in my garden about ten years ago. When I looked out the window a few hours later it was apparent my dog couldn't tell the difference between it and kibble.

This weekend, I told my daughter that we should get a goat and raise it like a dog (clearly wasn't thinking straight).
I told her it could ride around in the back of the truck bed with the dog. The dog could clean up after the goat.

She thought that was funny, I thought so too because I could envision our dog frantically gobbling up every little "pellet" that would be rolling around in the truck bed.
Once that was finished, he would be eying the goat to make sure he didn't have to chase them rolling around...he is a smart dog.

Come spring time, my oldest lab would always come running into the yard covered in green stuff. It was as predictable as getting into a smelly garbage can.
He knew he was being bad, but it must have been bad in a good way.

sick

No thanks, in NE Texas and in a radius of 50mi from me there are a gizillion chickens in houses 600ft long everywhere.
Closest ones are 2 miles away and I've never caught a scent from them.
In the spring, many fields are covered in it and can be very powerful for a long time, so the drives and work places put me too close sometimes.
I have surveyed 50+ houses for resale and to be constructed. At least they are cleaned out or not present on those jobs.
South of Pittsburg on the way to East Point there is a mountain of pure CS by Pilgrim's main houses.
They are very large brick buildings with climate control and his horse stables are there also.
A few times I have been over my head in black flies and feathers surveying land to back up loans for them. I've learned it can be just as accurate to survey from the other side of the highway and using the right techniques to keep away from coming in direct contact.

[sarcasm]phew, I smell something very wrong out there[/sarcasm]

+o(

Yesterday I was attending the county commission meeting while they were discussing some rework that had been performed on a ditch that passed in front of several rural homes owned by people who think they live next to the country club but are in fact simply out in the country. The rework came about because these citified folk thought the ditch was too steep and too rocky and too this and too that for them to mow and manicure like the rest of their yards in their "keep ahead of the Joneses" neighborhood. So they insisted the county waste resources on turning "their" ditch into something more in line with a putting green. One commissioner was asking about the need to fertilize the seed that was to be planted. My comment from the cheap seats matched my earlier comments to the commissioners on how silly this whole project was. I suggested they use the cheapest fertilizer available which just happens to be "fresh from the chicken ranch" chicken poop. They didn't immediately agree to adopt my plan of action.

Here you go!

That's BS! Those are not chickens.

imaudigger, post: 340216, member: 7286 wrote: This weekend, I told my daughter that we should get a goat and raise it like a dog (clearly wasn't thinking straight).
I told her it could ride around in the back of the truck bed with the dog. The dog could clean up after the goat.

She thought that was funny, I thought so too because I could envision our dog frantically gobbling up every little "pellet" that would be rolling around in the truck bed.
Once that was finished, he would be eying the goat to make sure he didn't have to chase them rolling around...he is a smart dog.

Last year I was letting the goats out to mow the yard. I typically park all 4 vehicles right in front of the house. I looked out the window and one young buck, about 25 pounds or so, was jumping from the hood of one to another. I tried to run him off, but he was having a good time, so he went up and down the line a few time before I finally got him down.

Damn glass!

Don't worry...same end product.