A topic near and dear to my simple, counry-boy minded heart
. Or as Tom Waits would say "It's story time again".
Fond memories of working on a dairy farm where one of my yute jobs was skid steering manure into the pit below the barn, later to be pumped into a tank and spreading the liquid fertilizer onto neighbouring fields. The only mishap was inadvertently bumping the trailer tank gate open and offloading about 200 gal. of pea soup at the farmer's front gate
Later spent 2 years atop Cedar mountain collecting, freeze-drying, grinding and analyzing sheep manure for energy/nitrogen content. Ground breaking I tell you. The experience got me a job in Montana where I was able to purchase a Triumph motorcycle
But I digress, some dairies actually are now using aenerobic digesters. Methane goes to fuel the operation providing heat & light, whilst the waste goes back onto the field to compleat the circle
The only time I heard my dear Mum say s**t was when she dropped a casserole on the sidewalk in 1961, while we were getting into the car to head to the grandparent's house
Don't know much about blowing up ships
jh
