Compost

This is the cute little cotton-ball-on-toothpicks herring gull chick I love and its vicious mother that I hate. She is so nasty. Yet she insists on sitting right on the path from Kiggins to Hamilton.

This morning was breakfast, then compost run. Compost run. Let me preface this description by saying that I am not squeamish. However, throwing week old food scraps (not just vegetables either! meat and dairy!!!!) into a reeking bin almost succeeded in making me vomit. Almost. So that was fun.

Dave and I cleaned showers and the commons bathrooms after, which was like picking flowers after composting. I couldn't get the smell out of my nose though, no matter how hard I tried to sniff cleaning chemicals to do so.