Poop Story

A few weeks ago, I was reading a story written by a cousin of mine, it was all about goose poop. She began by telling that she was not going to take a picture of goose poop while on a nature hike, so what did she do but not only take a picture but wrote up a whole narrative about the struggle within herself trying not to take a picture of goose poop only to take a picture anyway, then trying to explain her reasoning. I figured if she could do it, it was ok for me, so here is my poop story.

The three elk herds that roam this area have grown substantially over the last few years. In the largest herd I counted 71 animals, and I could have missed more that were sneaking along in above the tree line. It was more than a quarter mile of critters out foraging in the large open fields at the base of the hillside as they attempted to clean out every blade of newly emerged spring grass.

When I was out feeding in our nursery field, I noticed many piles where the elk had recently visited this field and snapped a picture and reminiscing about my Mom. When she moved into a retirement community after living her whole life on the farm, she went about tending her postage stamp sized area just outside her apartment. She was constantly adding soil amendments because the clay soil was packed in so tight it was hard to get her hoe or spade in to work the ground around her myriad of plants. She asked that I pick up elk poop to add to her soil.

When out in the fields and seeing all the poop, I thought two things. One was about if anyone at the retirement community be offended by a seedling bed full of poop right next door to their walking paths. The second thought came as I was dutifully bucketing up poop as I was out in the field was picking up elk pebbles does not fill a bucket quickly even though they are the size of large blueberries. Filling a flower bed with poop was a daunting task and I opted for store bought steer manure since it would be faster and less offensive.

I am positive my Mom is keeping busy tending heaven’s flower beds and strawberry patch for several years now, leaving no reason to bucket the pebbles, but I remember her plan every time I come across the elk leavings. Enjoy the picture of elk poop and my story.

I would like to take a moment to thank those who click on the icon to do shopping with the affiliate, (clicking on the affiliate icon does not make you purchase, only gets you the their site) and sometimes I get a small commission from your purchases if you do shop, without a cost to you!

As always, Prime and special codes work with the icon and you do not have to purchase any item that I promote. Please consider using my link when you do your cyber shopping. Thank you for your support