One of the really cool things about living in a horsey neighborhood are the presents they leave behind. I know some folks are irritated by finding such presents in front of their houses, but not me. I figure if you live somewhere where horses are ridden, you'd better expect such things. It's not like the humans on horseback can carry around an empty Wally World bag and shovel to pick up after their equine pets.
This particular gift was left behind by a beautiful black and white draught horse. Her rider would have needed at least two WalMart bags.
I am glad to pick up after the mare. It goes straight into my compost pile. I can get whole garbage bags of the stuff when I go visit my friend, DD. She has two minis that remind me of caterpillars---plant life in, plant life poo out. It's not much bigger than caterpillar poo either. Jazz and Thunder are very kind and put it all in one place for me for me. I just need a square nose shovel and a garbage bag. My compost gets a boost and it's all for free. Besides, I get my horse fix while I'm at it. Her minis are love bugs. DD when can I come over again? Oh, I want to see you too--in case you're wondering. :)