Mama came up to me and asked if I wanted join the boys in shoveling manure for the gardens. For some reason this sounded super exciting to me, so I jumped in the back of the pick-up truck with Emily and 9 of the boys. It was about a 25 minute drive out to the cow farm. As we talked about how it was illegal/dangerous for people to be riding in the back of truck beds in America, it was interesting because the conversation changed to skiing and snowboarding. They started talking about how Americans shouldn’t do that because it is too dangerous. Funny how we have different views of what is considered dangerous.
Once we rolled into the gated fence with hundreds of cows staring at us, we hopped down into the squishing ground and started to shovel the poop into the bed. I could not stop smiling and laughing at how silly the situation was. This was a huge problem because the wind kept blowing the dried poop, and particles were flying everywhere and nicely sprinkling my body with a fine coat of manure. It even flew into my mouth while I was laughing (tasty). But honestly, we had a blast. As we drove home sitting on top of the great manure mound and drove on a road that has more holes than Swiss cheese, the boys sang “Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh� as I sang “In the jungle the mighty jungle…..� We even had 7 little school girls jump on the heap because they would rather join the fun than walk home. Incredible how much joy comes in shoveling poop. The bummer was that the water had been off for a while so no shower again tonight. But I did get to wash my hands and feet with the water that was saved in a bag. God is so good!
