To ask the farmer up the road to not muck spread?

[Sparklingbrook]

I have a full line of washing out. How inconsiderate.

Chicken poo is revolting.

I did a run over the South Downs when they were muck spreading last year. Trying to hold you breath so as not to inhale the stench while running is not easy

I'm sure that was chicken poo, god it smelt bad.....

And there was a muck heap by one of my runs all last autumn/ winter and every time it was wet, revolting brown toxic loking water would seep across the path That stank too!

I often go for a walk and when he drives his muck spreader past there are still bits flying off. I have to close my eyes, shut my mouth, and hold my breath.

Google 'human waste as fertiliser', Tweasels.

If you think it's bad where you live imagine how bad it is at the farmhouse today!

You are absolutely not being unreasonable. I complained to MN about our local farmer muckspreading on a nice warm evening when I wanted to sit outside and drink wine. The consensus was that I would not be unreasonable to go and ask him to come and waft the smell away with scented palm-fronds.

On balance I decided against this course of action, but I feel I should pass on the sensible and heart-warming support that I got from the MN jury.

except one person who actually took me seriously

Although it could be worse - we have much spreading, a bonfire AND rain here. I have given up on the washing and it is now hanging there soggily, stinking of poo and smoke.

Much spreading? I wasn't talking about my stomach there!

Muck spreading even.

We've just had the annual muck spreading in the fields around our house. These are individually-owned fields where people grow crops to mainly feed their animals.

As we live in the countryside in northern Spain and everyone has black wells, they do indeed spray their own shit all around - it smells like something is burning to start with, then you realise it's the hairs in your nostrils!! The smell actually sticks to you if you go outside. Remind me not to buy any locally produced sweetcorn.....

YABU. Move back to disinfected suburbia if you can't cope with normal life.

And the smell of muck spreading is fine -- natural, normal country smell. Deal with it.

i think pig shit is worse, disgusting. a farmers livelihood is dictated by the weather and as we have such unpredictable weather he has to do things when he can. that is why you will see farmers out in their tractors 24hrs a day when they have to bale hay cant risk rain ruining the crop.

Pig shit smells sweet. Not as bad as chicken shit IMO.

We have on one occasion been trapped by a herd of cows while in the car locally. They were jumping on each other and I did think for a second they would topple onto the car. That was about a week ago.

Then this morning on the school run we had to emergency stop for a bull (or man cow according to DD :o ) who was charging up the road towards us .

DD is absolutely in awe. I grew up on a farm and I love it all.

Dont much love the smell, but Im used to it now!

Btw YANBU to not want pooey clothes :)

The smell of muck spreading is not 'fine' when its clinging to your clothes, it's unpleasant.
I know it has to be done, i don't have to enjoy the smell though

Well I have returned home and the smell has gone for now. Thanks to everyone who took this thread as the lighthearted one I intended. I imagine he will be at it again tomorrow.

And thanks for your understanding Ladybird.

Perhaps you could wave a white flag of truce at him??

Although it may not remain white for long....!

I love the smell of muck spreading, although the pig muck is a bit strong even for my stomach. It reminds me of home, and my mum picking the straw from our socks before she could put them in the washing machine.

As we say up these parts: "It's better than perfume" and "Where there's muck there's brass".

Or 'ooh country air' as my Dad says.

It's true about human poo.

I used to work at a sewage treatment works, a main one.

All the solids from the rotation tanks are put in a special building which is really hot to evaporate any moisture. It's all squished down. And then sold to farmers. The end product is known as cake!

I'm rather jealous, I'd rather that than the smell of kerosene we get around here.

wannabedomesticgoddess I regularly have to get out of the car and round up cattle on my way to work. We also once had a bull on the loose in school, hence the hasty cobbling together of an emergency 'invacuation' procedure. It was eventually cornered in the library, thus having the distinction of having been nearer to a book than some of our students.

:o my dad takes a big whiff and says "mmmm NECTAR" in his N.I accent! Right farmer!!

:o whathasthecatdonenow

according to the farmer, the bull this morning was "a bit grumpy after servicing a field of heifers"

he then proceeded to tell DP to stroke him

Not sure I'd want to stroke a bull, particularly after it had been to work.

The lack of understanding of the difference between a bull and a cow revealed a hole in our sex ed provision after the bull in school incident.

Country girl here so I think it smells great

I feel ur pain smelly feckers!

VivaLaBeaver that's right - Sewage Cake they call it! Although I think the farmers are actually paid to spread it, as they are the grey waste from paper recycling. The alternative is it gets pumped out to sea...

Dh has frequent run-ins with a guy on his way to work. He sits in his car, revving his engine and shouting out of the window that dh should pick another time of day to cross his cows over the road for milking, so as not to delay him on his way to the office. Dh just smiles and thanks him for his patience, every time. I would point one of the cow's backsides into his open window

Also, there's a delightful lady who likes to ride her bike down our country lane but thinks the countryside should be spotlessly clean and smell of Chanel #5. She calls dh a bloody nuisance as she rides past.

Week before last my ex and I were taking dd and all her stuff to uni when we went passed field where muck spreading had obviously taken place. It was a nice day so the car windows were open and the few minutes it took us to pass the fields were enough to convince dd that she'd never live in the country Mind you I'm not entirely sure I could live there myself so OP YANBU and you have my sympathies :)