Moving Manure

First off, the cabinets were not installed yesterday. Abel asked me to come look at one section of the cabinets for how something was coming together. We made that decision. He’s making progress, but it’ll be some days yet.

Percy has been working at stirring the manure pile the last while to get it dry. They used shovels and picks and rakes, walking into the pile with sandals. Feet can always be washed later.

A few days ago, he had a backhoe show up to do a final big stir. They plan to take the manure arriba to their potato field for fertilizer.

Today, the backhoe came again, along with two large dump trucks. They loaded it all up and hauled it away. The children were thrilled to watch. It was a great diversion for them from their unending lockdown at home.

I watched closely, too. The first dump truck slipped under our overhead electric line just fine, but I held back a scream of horror as the second one caught the wire. Just at that moment, the driver stopped, popped out of his cab, bopped the wire up out of the way, and hopped on through the gate. #skills

The field looks better with the old pile of manure gone, and the air smells very much of spring with hints of raw dirt and fertilizer wafting around. We have been getting light sprinkles several times a week now. The rains are coming.

Across the way above Inquilpata, there was a large fire today. Someone was burning a copse of eucalyptus. A neighbor said they were just too tall, so they were burning the mountainside. Seems like a waste of wood to me. But slash-and-burn agriculture is the norm here.

Out the kitchen window
That whole copse of trees is to be burned.
You can’t see the tall flames because of all the smoke.
Waiting for the cows to come up the lane so I can drive down to the house.