One of my regular duties is cleaning the hen house. Scraping poo off roosting bars may seem a dismal task, but honestly, the shit is it.  Along with stray feathers and bits of straw, it goes on the compost heap. Then it works a sort of horticultural alchemy with the green kitchen waste, shrub trimmings, grass clippings, shredded seaweed and some partially rotted horse manure from the other side of Lewis. Over six months or so, the concoction heats up and rots down to become among the best soi...
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