April 5th we set foot in the rice paddy for the first time this year.
Can you tell the difference?
Not really, right?
No huge wow! bam! kind of job this one but necessary none the less. We marked the entire field out into squares of the same size then we spread powdered chicken manure at an even rate over the whole field.
The method for doing this is as modelled by co-farmer W:
The bags are lined up at the appropriate spaces along the field and then one at a time we rip the bag open and with a kind of hula-hooping move we spread the manure around. Some of the bags had rips or small holes so we had to try and hold them as we spread the manure which added a whole new level of difficulty to the exercise.
I had the super brilliant idea to turn the bag of manure around and hold the hole to my stomach and use my tummy as a stopper while I hula-hooped the manure out from the other end.
True stroke of genius, right?
I think it would have worked if I was a sumo. But not having that size of stopper-like stomach all it took was one hula twist and I had a stream of powdered chicken manure pouring down the front of my pants.
I'll leave the rest to your imagination but suffice to say it was NOT comfortable and I did NOT look cute trying (ineffectively at that) to remove the smelly stuff from where it had chosen to stay.
To take your mind off that here's a picture of our paddy companion not feeling photogenic: