My barn, despite its constant battering by wind, has developed a smell. It's not poop and pee, but is still a stench that permeates my clothing when I'm out doing chores. It's annoying and while it's been there a bit for awhile, it's now really quite strong.
So, where is this smell coming from? My best guess is the dirt itself has started to smell for whatever reason, but I had to investigate all possible sources. Under the mats in the one stall? Nope. Where else?
These are the interior walls of my barn
There is space between the two walls for crud to accumulate, and oh how it has accumulated. And, it can't just enter and fall all the way to the ground because the people that built the barn put a board across the bottom of the wall, basically making a three sided box at the bottom perfect for catching shit.
With a hay hook, I have slowly been getting what I can out. The crud under the wall, what crud I can get from in the wall. Some of it was a lesson in sedimentary rock formation: a semi-solid brick of dust, shavings and hay. Note I haven't used shavings since I had Fudge, so some of this stuff is from 2009 and earlier.
I've spent several days at this project now and have taken five wheelbarrow loads of crud out.
Something will need to be done about the walls, but it's not in the budget for this year. I have determined the smell has to be the dirt, specifically in the stall without mats. Fortunately, in the budget for this year is gravel and mats for it.
Also in my barn cleaning was scrubbing the shit Foster Mare left on the walls. Ugg.
A Note About This Blog
I used to be a writer. Unpublished, but a writer just the same. I have several 100,000 word novels sitting on my hard drive. Then I fell off a horse and got a concussion that scrambled my brains really good (yes, I was wearing a helmet.) After that forming a written sentence was very difficult for quite some time. It's still difficult, but at least now generally the sentence structure isn't egregiously flawed. Verbally and written wrong words pop in, I switch words around, and sometimes I make no sense at all. It isn't because I don't have knowledge of grammar and punctuation, but my brain simply can't do it sometimes. Reading this blog you're accepting that there's going to be things that look like typos or make no sense. It's not because I don't proofread, it's because my damaged brain doesn't see what's wrong. I try my best, but things will slip through. I don't need them pointed out, I know they're there, but if I continued to worry about them I wouldn't write at all. I didn't for quite some time. It's painful as a past master of words to use them so badly, but fortunately the words don't seem to mind.
Sunday, October 5, 2014
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