Oozy, slippery, boot-sucking mud.
Right in front of the barn.
Nobody likes it, not me, not the donks.
I kept waiting for it to dry up, but no dice.
I tried to provide remedial relief by throwing soiled shavings, but that was like throwing a thimble full of water into the ocean.
Rick says, "Gotta dig it up and move it out." OK.