|You can see the rubber mats.|
Look how high the shavings are piled up in the corner by the green Jolly Ball!
Moral: The good stuff is stuck in the corners, people! You don't need to open another bag of pellets!
For me (probably for you too) mucking is like meditation--a kind of large-scale version of this:
|Photo from http://growabrain.typepad.com/growabrain/zen/|
Mucking was the first real interaction I had with horses as a middle-schooler--I dragged my parents to Day's End Horse Farm Rescue to supervise me while I mucked and groomed. Then it was just about wearing down their patience enough so that they would buy me lessons. But today, I take such satisfaction in being able to fling poo through the air with the greatest of ease--really. I don't have to think about it. The repetitive motion is soothing. I just slide the muck rake through my fingers quickly to extend my reach. There's no part of the stall I can't fling poo from and still make a slam dunk in the wheelbarrow. The other horses are munching away at their hay, and I'm warm and focused in the chilly winter air.
Other moral: Be one with your muck rake.