One goanna proof bin
One goanna
Some of the seven compost bays. Each with compost at a different stage of development.
when I did lots of wildlife care and had several joeys around, I used to collect all the roo poo and put it in the compost, but now it's fairly scattered and would take quite some time to collect.
Lovely is not easily deterred and so asks our neighbour, who runs beef cattle, if he can collect some of his cow poo. The neighbour, a lovely bloke but a farmer of the old school, looks at Lovely with the kindness of a man who thinks he's talking to a boy who is mentally defective and says yes. Two problems. Firstly to go in when the cows aren't about - they are curious creatures and given the number of calves produced there must be a bull somewhere. Second problem - the fence is electrified.
So picture this, (sorry I didn't capture it on film), a grown man heads off up the driveway with his wheelbarrow and poo collecting bucket. He wades through the long grass outside the cow paddock, praying the brown snakes have tucked themselves away somewhere else for the winter, and eyes the electrified fence. Anyone remember the limbo? Lovely goes one better. After throwing the bucket over the fence he lies on his back and wriggles his way beneath the fence. (The things we do for our compost!)
He returns triumphant. First barrow filled and dropped into a bay. He heads off again in the near dark and drizzling rain, (that's why there aren't any photos...). On his return he is elated and declares he is a man who needs physical exercise to be happy and that it was wonderful standing surrounded by cow pats with the mist coming off the river and night time closing in. You've just gotta love him!
Nothing like a barrow load of cow poo!
I reckon another 20 loads and we'll have enough!
So now I feel really slacko, as our forays into composting haven't ever been that successful. We have two of those black compost bins, but the stuff never got to aerate enough. Plus they seem to attract the cockies. Clearly, as you've shown, we don't have the room. And we don't have the poo. And we don't have the garden to bother putting it on. Nowadays all food scraps go in the greenwaste bin - wrapped in good old fashioned newspaper - as the biowaste collection. I'm glad I don't live near the depot, but I feel like at least it's going somewhere useful.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the reminder! Hubby meant to buy some moo poo for our compost the other week and forgot - will get him onto it pronto!
ReplyDeleteLove the post on the Glossy Black Cockatoos, wonderful and so perfectly put.