Gardening With Grandpa

My Grandfather had a tradition of keeping every fish that we caught.  From the water and into a five gallon bucket we would take them home where me and my cousins would throw them directly into my Grandfather’s garden.  Sometimes we would bury the fish, sometimes not.  For his part, my Grandfather insisted that each fish was at least placed beside one to his gigantic sunflower plants or massive corn stalks.  This daily summer routine was my first ever lesson in the benefits of composting.  My grandfather is now long gone but his lessons are still as strong as my memory of him, and as my own time on the farm has passed, I have had to deal with the inevitable deaths that have occurred. There have been two incidents in particular that have required serious consideration on the topic of composting.  We had 60 chickens killed over a two day period by what we assume was a fisher cat.  The bodies of the birds, which were completely intact, were a particular nuisance because they could attract more predators and because they stunk up the entire property.  We have also had cattle die on the farm and in case you hadn’t realized, 1500 pounds of flesh in the July sun is a huge mess.  The simplest way to deal with the bodies is to pull it up to the top of a hill, far away from any human habitation, and let nature break down the carcass.  This is an option for someone with a lot of land but how can small local farms located in town deal with this problem?  There are two o

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