On the North Coast of California winter brings torrential rains - the horses are in stalls and the poop scooping begins.
It' s mighty gray and blustery out today. I took the afternoon off from my day job (fixing medical equipment) and spent the hours scooping horse poop from seven stalls into the scoop of a Kubota tractor. I am eternally grateful to Evergreen Pulp Company who donated the tractor to the horse rescue. At least now I don't have to drag wheelbarrow loads out to the pasture to dump. Even so, with the storms battering us, and the mud getting boot-sucking deep, and the wet poop and urine saturated hay heavier by the shovelful, I need only to touch one of the horses or stand nose to nose and breathe with them and all the burdens are forgotten.
I am reminded once again of the beauty of life, awed by the spirit of the horse, and grateful for all I have had the pleasure to experience,
