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It is all about the chicken shit

Post by: kasio99

Wednesday, 13 February, 2013

I'm sure that a simple Google search could answer me the question of why having no guts is referred to as being chicken shit. I think this is a little harsh on the chicken shit seeing as it is some of the best stuff ever, especially when it comes to gardening.

Little people know that I have developed a green thumb over the last couple of years. Not sure how it happened but it did.  I think I got it from my mum.

Growing up I was lucky to be exposed to a large veggie patch that mum maintained in our back yard. Playing in there as a child was a great way to get chased around the backyard by mum wielding a giant wooden spoon. I'm thankful for the lessons learnt because I have now developed a great respect for the garden and I appreciate its importance.  It provided our family with healthy fresh vegetables that also tasted better than the crap they sell in the supermarket.

We also had chickens that apart from making more eggs than we could eat (I now know why mum would make a pavlova every week), created a mini ecosystem in the back yard. The garden scraps would be fed to the chickens, the chickens would shit and the shit was put back on the garden which was great for the plants.

On a recent trip to South Italy where my mum was born I saw this on a much larger scale.  My Aunty and Uncle pump water up from a creek into a large water catchment where they also dump all the animals’ droppings. Sounds gross but this green smelly water is then used as a liquid fertiliser on the garden. In very broken English my uncle referred to it as Vi@gra for the garden.

Now that I have left the nest and living in a small unit with a concrete backyard, unfortunately I don’t have a large garden of my own but you got to work with what you have.  A mate was throwing away a bathtub and I thought it would be a great idea to use that as a garden.  It was a great idea and I now have two bathtubs that provide me with plenty fresh veggies and herbs all year round.

Every time I go to visit Mum and Dad I take a large bucket with me that I fill up with chicken shit.  It’s great stuff.

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