Shoveling Poo.

With most of the day free I went out to the ranch to offer help with chores -especially as Paul is soldiering on while nursing a bit of a cold. I was privileged to help him muck out the cow barn, using a combination of the tractor's scoop and hand shovels. Poo, and plenty of it. The smell stopped being much of an issue after a little while at work, but I discovered that cycling has done little to prepare my middle-aged upper body for the task of lifting heavy, wet cow dung with a shovel. I got a turn driving the tractor (for the easier part), and Paul was kind enough to say that I actually helped, which made it all worthwhile.
Nancy brought us lunch after a while, chicken soft tacos from the really good place in Newport (La Roca). -Jim