We don't own a manure spreader here as we can't justify the cost. So the pile gets bigger and bigger as each year goes by.It was a beautiful compost ideal for selling to gardeners and would of made some nice "beer money", but the golden rule around here is never , ever, sell the farms fertility. So I hired a good neighbour to drive his spreader and spread it while I ran my loader tractor and did the loading.
We spread it on the poorest piece of pasture which is right next to the road. Normally this would quit literally raise a stink, but as I had turned the pile several times to make quality compost it was in fact odorless. This was no doubt a relief to the many commuters to and from town who like the country lifestyle but not its realities!!
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