Thursday was probably the last summer-like fall day of the season. A cold front was scheduled to move through our area on Friday. And, rain is close behind.
My routine walk was not only in order, but pressing, as I wanted to enjoy the autumn colors surrounding our farm at or just about at peak before a rainstorm would start the inevitable degradation of my favorite season.
The minute I step outside the house, the dogs sense that it is walk time without my having to call and get them to follow. They know the routine well and they take the lead.
I was enjoying the autumn colors but not the autumn aroma. What was that disgusting odor? It was not the typical earthy leaf mold or hint of burning firewood. Then, I remembered. Glenn had a lot of poultry litter spread on the fields the previous day. Yep, that’s the smell…poultry litter, more commonly known as poultry manure. Poultry manure is quite potent and very disgusting.
But, the day was warm, pleasant, sunny and just about perfect. I tried to ignore the unpleasant air swirling about me.
As the dogs and I reached the pond, we frightened a fairly large bird away. Unidentified, I could only make a guess as to a hawk or an eagle.
I fed the fish and relaxed on the dock panning my view. Everything was tranquil and beautiful. The colors; red, orange, yellow, burgundy, gold, squash were gorgeous.
Then, I heard a distant rumble which seemed to be moving closer and closer. At first, I thought it was Glenn returning to the farm driving his log truck. After all, he was off farm all day logging. Suddenly, I saw a huge truck pull out into the pasture. I was wrong. That was not Glenn driving his logging truck. It was the litter truck and the driver proceeded to spread more poultry litter - ugh! The dust was flying everywhere. He was spreading on the left hillside, and then he moved to the right.
I was in quite a predicament. I still had to walk back up to the house via said hillside. Either return trail I chose would take me through the freshly spread manure. And, if I made the wrong choice, I might just end up in the middle of one of those dusty manure clouds. Do you really think the driver would curtail his task on my account? NO!!!
Foul smell is one thing, flying blobs of manure is quite another.
Fortunately, I made the correct decision and walked safely up the hill and back home without having to comb gobs of poultry poop out of my hair.
Perfect autumn day…pretty much!