I am going to market my horse poop. It is by far the best insulation I have seen. I bet its R-value is higher than anything else on the market.
In late January and early February we had snow: only an inch or two at a time - but it came down just about every day. We had cold temperatures: -21 and at least one day where it never got above 0.
I must confess my slackness. I did not go out to do battle against horse poop in the paddock under those conditions. Two weeks later we have sunshine. We have temperatures in the 50's. We have frozen poopsicles all over the paddock. We have rivers of filthy water making its way downhill in the paddock, around the haphazardly placed piles. The piles are like broody hens, fiercely protecting little piles of ice and snow. We have broken tines on manure rakes. We have horses that want to help. Now I know why I usually clean the paddock while the horses are happily munching their morning hay!
Hay, Doc. Do you think we should
help my Mrs. Owner?
It kinda smells. I'm not sure
I want to mess with it.
I can't get a hold of this thing.
How does she do it?
Let me see if I can get it.
Hey, boys, why don't you play with the ball. Down here. Away from where I am trying to work
Uh, it's in the snow. I can't reach the handle.
Let's go back to the wheelbarrow.
I said it first. It's mine.
Last spring I wrote a more serious blog post about manure and composting. If the subject is of interest to you, that post is here: The Scoop on Poop