Saturday, 7 March 2009

The Seasons According to Poo

Anyone living in England outside of the major metropolises can’t help measuring the passage of seasons by the spread of manure in the local farmers’ fields. I swear the first sign of Spring for me was last month, when the farmer next to my office mucked out the cattle barn and flung the refuse far and wide on all of his fields. There are practically nothing but farm fields between the little village that I work in and my estate. They ALL flung the stuff on the same day. I’m quite sure that this went on for three days straight. The cattle, then fattened up, went off to auction . Job done.
Right about now it is lambing time. So the farmers bring their ewes into the barns. Round two of the poo flinging has begun. Last Friday to be exact. All of them. Admittedly, the smell was gone the next day. But what to my withering nostrils should appear this Thursday, that smell again! Ah yes, they’ve all turned it under into the soil. Stink the high heaven and the sea gulls are lovin’ it!
I work with some farmers’ wives and they passed messages on at the beginning of last week of bringing the “machines” over on Wednesday, and then have it back on Friday? I believe that the farmers share their machinery to do each other’s fields. So Spring here in East Anglia is marked by the preparation of fields, barley coming up light and fuzzy near to the ground, and the illustrious poo flinging. There won’t be any more of it until Autumn now. At least I don’t think so . . . . . Hhhmmmmm, not so sure about that, better retract that statement! Who needs Morris Dancers to herald the coming of spring when you have poo to do it so thoroughly!


  1. haha Susie, I remember that smell quite well from when I lived in Chester. We lived right on the edge of the housing estate and behind us were farmers fields full of cows. We used to get inundated with poo smells off and on as well. Not so much here, thankfully, although it is a clean smell all the same. The one that really does me in though is pig . . . now that smells rank! I love Morris Dancers. Aren't we lucky to be living in a country with so many beautiful traditions!

  2. Oh, I just had to comment again. Do you know what the word was that I had to fill in? It was "Bless"! Wasn't that wonderful!

  3. When I first married Susie I lived next door to the farm and I got used to the spreading smell of poo.Travelling to the coast to Roosters our holiday home is through countryside for one and a half hours too and this is usualy the perfume all the way LOL!!Ahhhhhh take a good breath in it's good for you LOL!!. Take Care God Bless Kath xx

  4. Arrr!! cant beat the smell of some good ripe muck hee hee Jan xx

  5. Hey Susie, I live in a town, not a huge one (about 80,000 people) so quite a long way from farmers' fields and the only time I get to smell pig, sheep or cow poo is if I'm driving with the window open!

    In this town though we have a chicken processing plant andf when it first opened up, 20-odd years ago, farmers gleefully flung chicken poo on their fields, declaring it the best thing since sliced bread. But oh the smell! Honestly, chicken poo is by far the most horrid smell of them all - a clinging, all-pervading, stomach churning pong! I can't describe here what the smell is like in case people are eating but it is truly in a class of its own! It makes you feel sick.

    Letters were sent to the local paper, petitions were got up and people threatened to picket the chicken factory until nowadays they are not allowed to use it "raw".

    Oh yes, give me a nice healthy piggy pong any day.

    love, Angie, xx

  6. Hi Susie as my dear Old MIL used to say "That is the good old smell of the Countryside" :o) ~ we have farms all around us so I am used to the aromas that sometimes fills the air ~ can't say I like it but I just have to live with it ~ Ally x