Join Date: Oct 2013
Location: I'm an American girl living in southwest France
Three full wheelbarrows full later ... I ended up using both the shovel and the poo fork or whatever it's called. Luckily I had my big strong boy to help me (not that he didn't complain the entire time.)
My mare loved having me there. I swear if she could pick up a shovel, she would have helped. She inspected each and every shovel-full and then checked to be sure we did a good job.
Love that girl!
“When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes. ” ~ William Shakespeare