Yep. Sweeping Poo. When you work surrounded by a group of thirty goats all day long you sweep up a lot of poo. Cleaning efficiently takes some effort, but it isn’t rocket science unless you have to work beside a large, hairy, smart, persistent, dirty, annoying, and very naughty goat.
If it could be opened (the gate), stolen (my phone), climbed upon (the dust pan), escaped from (the barn), knocked over (the trash bin), trampled on (my broom), bitten into (my radio antenna), eaten whole (the dollar bill in my pocket), or peed upon (generally my shoe) he would do it, and all within the first five minutes of the day. Add about 100 small, running, excited, enthusiastic, overjoyed, and curious small children to the mix and I was bound to have one of those sorts of days.
When my boss walked into the yard I must have had that look on my face… you know the one… in modern vernacular, it would be called “Hell to the no!” He asked what was wrong and I said “Seymour was a naughty goat…” and the rest, as they say, is history.