|Turning the piles on the outside into the center. Grass & straw on the|
left, horse manure & alfalfa hay on the right.
When I arrived this afternoon, the horse manure pile was steaming like an old locomotive chugging up a hill. (Little train that could, anyone?) It was just sending pillars of steam towards the heavens. Okay, that might be a *cough* slight exaggeration, but not by much. As for the other pile, it was slightly warmer than ice cold. All of the water I put on it the last time seems to have evaporated in less than three days. Hence the reason why I decided on merging the two piles. As the steam works its way up the pile, it will hydrate some of the dry patches. That is not to say that I did not water it down a bit. With my helper in tow -- *cough* my mom, that is -- I had her help by watering down each pile a bit as I turned them. Thanks to my ingenious creek irrigation technique, it made watering them a breeze. No hauling of water to those back forty acres. (Not actually 40 acres, but you get the jist.) Each fork-full of the composting horse manure just released more and more steam which I was absolutely giddy over. But damn it was a bitch to turn, and will be the next time I need to turn it again. It took longer than my own pile that I just rotated & turned yesterday. Of course, it would be just simply by its size, however, that horse manure is so clumped together as it matted itself together while it sat. (Long story; will not get into it today.) it really made it difficult to work with.
|Freshly turned & finished pile.|
([L] 7 -foot x [W] 6 -foot x [H] 7-foot)