Monday, January 10, 2011
When you live on a farm, you encounter a lot of stinky smells. There's the expected smell of manure. Cow manure. Chicken manure. There are no sewer systems on a farm so you might find yourself with a malfunctioning 5-year-old septic system that was improperly installed. That would mean until you nag and threaten (and threaten some more) the septic guy enough to fix his mistakes, on rainy days when the ground is saturated you'll smell human manure.
Then there are the less-common-but-not-unheard-of smells. For instance, it's possible when you're in the garden turning the soil over for the first time in the spring, you could unearth the deer head you forgot your husband and kids buried for the bugs to clean up. After you do your heebie-jeebie dance and the theme song to Deliverance begins playing in your head, you notice the smell. Then you begin to breathe through your mouth (which has the added benefit if making it difficult to curse under your breath).
I could go on but I think I've made my point. On a farm, the visual beauty of wide-open blue skies, lush green pastures, acres and acres of trees, perching owls and hawks is often mismatched with aromas that offend. Because of the incredible peace and beauty country life provides, we learn to ignore our assault on our olfactory system and go about the business of doing what needs to be done.
There is one smell on a farm, however, that will turn even the toughest of grown men into a nose-covering sissy.
No one can pretend not to notice a farm dog with a penchant for consuming "delicacies" that are an assault on her gastrointestinal system.