|They do look a little dubious, poor dears.|
My dear friend Peggy Godfrey has a sheep ranch out in Moffat, CO. Peggy has sheep poop coming out the wazoo (more correctly the poop is coming out of her sheep's wazoo). I looooooooooooooove this stuff! I shoveled shit loads into every vessel that could fit into my car 5 times this last summer to top off my newly formed garden Hugel mound, which I will describe in a future post. I still had a pile from the previous year composting nicely in another part of the garden which I have been using to produce the true Garden Angel:
Beautiful, don't you think? They don't even smell!
By the way, I have bedded each one down in sheep belly wool, a bio-degradable protein garden mulch.
That's the large one (~4,75" in each direction), and here is a smaller one that prefers to travel in pairs:
Here comes BABY Poop Cake:
BOOTY Poop Cake:
LAMBIE Poop Cake:
LEAFY Poop Cake:
the BROWNIES, Biggy and Benny:
and Big and Little HEARTS:
with more to come!
I have to admit that "pure and simple" doesn't exactly describe the final product. To my appall and my sisters resigned good humor, the first "pure and simple" batch dissolved into a crumb pile by the time it reached California in a 2-day trip through the US Postal Service in time for Hanukkah.
After that mortifying event I worked feverishly in my laboratory until I had created the profoundly improved formula enhanced by a powerful, albeit completely natural binding agent that now gives the little critters a half-life similar to Twinkies! I have been submerging one angelic guinea pig for the last 2 months in water. It's still completely intact, though it did produce some nice manure tea. I have faith that, exposed for long enough periods to a challenging garden environment, each brownie will eventually be restored to its original constitution.
Until then, may all of us, and the brownies too, have our day in the sun (please).