If only....

Not for the first time I found myself wishing I had a full size front loader when faced with the volumes of horse pooh on the runway. Will.I.Am and Apollo have been up on the field but as the grass is so spartan they are consuming vast quantities of hayledge in speed eating contests with Chester. The by product of this equine competitiveness is left on the runway for yours truly to collect, a job made none the easier today as one of the naughty ponies thought it a good idea to redesign the wheel barrow reducing its carrying capacity by hoofing the barrow off the wheel. So instead of being able to scoop poop into wheeled receptacle while thinking how much easier it would be to drive a front loader and scrape it all in one go, I had to move each monster poop by hand, well shovel, and carry it to the ever growing muck tump. The industrial scale of their efforts can perhaps be understood if I tell you that over 24 hours they deposited 18 piles. One of the reasons for the clearing being a priority today is the weather forecast, seems like we are set for a summer like last year. There is a weather warning for up to 50mm of rain and as our little ponies are poor shots (or good shots depending on your perspective) quite a number of their turds land the drain, thus blocking the two gully's along the runway that prevent the pig pens turning into swimming pools.