"songbird" wrote in message
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Billy wrote:
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At least it would help cover the smell of the fertilizer. Although, we
spent 2 weeks on a dairy farm in Brittany, and at first I was appalled
by the smell, but by the time we left, I didn't notice it at all.
(Bourg-Blanc, the Le Hir family).

i grew up near a dairy farm, properly
managed it does not smell that bad, compared
to a CAFO, chicken shed or badly run pig farm
a well run dairy is heaven.

I grew up on a poultry farm but our chooks were all free ranged, being let
out first thing in the morning and locked up again at night. There was
never, ever any bad smell associated with the chooks. We had one bak of
cages (a total of 10 cages) where chooks that were poorly were placed so the
other chooks couldn't pick on them and they stayed there in peace till they
either recoved or died.

Once a year each house was dug out and sawdust laid down. We used to ahve a
market gardener come and hand dig out the houses and he'd pay me to hold the
bags for him while he shovelle dint he flooring. He said ti was THE best
thing for the veggies he grew. He always offered to pay for the stuff but
we thought we were getting a good deal by ahving him clean out the houses so
the new flooring sould be added and he thought he was getting a good deal by
getting free fertiliser.

my brothers worked there at times helping
out, they'd come home smelling rather ripe,
Ma would make them take their clothes off
outside and hose them down before washing
them. i used to go help milk and liked to
talk to the guy who owned/ran the place. it
is still going as a dairy farm even now all
these years later but i don't know who is
running it. many many stories, playing in
the barn hayloft, barn cats, calfing, raising
a calf, ornery cows and the ones that loved
you if you brought them a carrot or apple,
the smell of sileage, the sound of milking,
... etc.

Ahhh memories. I spent a lot of time on our cousins dairy farm. It was
just as you described except that one of my fondest memories is sitting in
the blood plum tree eating the fruit and chucking the stones at the chooks
who had no idea where the strange missiles were coming from.