|Klipsun Trail near Barkley Village|
|Peggy, Diane, Judith, before starting out|
|My plot on the left, Nate's on the right|
|Compost bin and containers filled with composted horse manure|
I drove out to the stables and found the pile, along with the promised pitchfork, filled those two black bins and brought them back to the garden. There was nobody around at the stables, but two ducks guarded the place, putting themselves right in the middle of the road leading to the pile. I tried honking the horn (no luck) and finally put the car in neutral and tried to shoo them out of the way. Of course the drake was having none of it and came at me, quacking menacingly and flapping his wings. I ran away, screaming. By the time he had driven me away, he got his mate and went off somewhere, proud of himself. I sneaked back to the car and got the manure and made a quick getaway.
There's a lot more to organic gardening for me to learn, but next time I head out to the stables, I'm wearing some high-topped boots!