What we did: We fed chicks. We picked onions. We picked carrots, and we weeded carrots. We also mucked out the pig stalls.
Mucking out a pig stall is hard work, but it has to be done. The way you do it is you go into the pigs’ stall, which itself is work seeing as it stinks. Then you have to shovel hay into a wheelbarrow. When the wheelbarrow is full, we had to wheel it to the dung pile. All the horse dung was kept there. We did this several times
The hay had dust, old cobwebs, and tiny bits of other things. The hay got all over us. Soon it started to get hot and itchy. We took turns working because sometimes we needed fresh air. Some people tracked straight through the mud in front of the stall. When they came in, the mud on their shoes picked up hay and dust. That’s what I call mucking out a pig stall.
To help us, some of us had small shovels and others had HUGE shovels. The campers with small shovels pushed straw into the big shovels. Even then it was hard to support a huge shovel full to the top with dirty straw. One time someone got in my way when I was moving hay. I dropped on my feet. I don’t think my tennis shoes will ever be the same.
We also had to lift mats covering the floor. The mats were strong and hard to hold up, so others could scrape out hay.
Then there was a fun part: We got to rip up new hay and spread it around the stalls. J. the dog was short and the hay thick, so when he ran through the hay he sunk up to his neck. He made a lot of noise.
What we learned: Chickens bite really hard. Pigs are messy. Carrots can be yellow. Horses like a lot of plants.
What I liked most: I liked getting water pumped on me from the water pump, because the water’s cold. I liked feeding horses. I liked petting the dogs.
What I liked least: Feeding the little chickens because the chickens stunk. Feeding the sheep because it was really hot and the grass was scratchy. Getting zapped.