You'll appreciate this anecdote. I was raised in a small farming community, but I live "in town" now. Last night, the wind was blowing out of an unusual direction, and when I stepped outside, I said to Mr. HR, "It smells like hog sh*t out here." We then looked at one another and had a conversation about how our upbringing provided us with a previously undocumented and probably unneccessary skill: the ability to distinguish between hog, cow and sheep sh*t solely from the unique scent each possesses.
Yes Sir....and make certain that the hog pen is "generally" down wind...from the house.... The cattle dung is less punget when one avoids stepping in it......