I have lots and lots still to learn about country life, lots! I have learned just a little bit. I guess you could say, that I am starting from the ground up, because the little bit I’ve learned is mostly about poop.
When I lived in the suburbia we had dog-doo and cat liter. We had a great pooper-scooper for the dog doo, which somehow is one of the few items that got lost on the move. Go figure, now that I’m up to it in poop, I’ve lost my scoop.
It is not that hard to tell the difference between horse poop and cow poop, dog poop and chicken poop. The cats score on this one, as they do bury their poop, thereby making them the best poopers on the farm.
Today I saw some new poop and it didn’t belong to our animals. No big deal, but I knew it! Not only did I know it, but My Loving Spouse and I discussed it, described it and declared it, coyote. Yep, we know our poop and there are no pictures today… on purpose.
