Not everyone loves compost. Although legions of ecstatic gardeners extol the alchemy of making Black Gold, someone will always issue a dark warning against a compost pile in your back yard. If you build it, they will come. Your precious crucible will soon house more fauna than the National Zoo.
Because we live in the country, we’re used to all manner of creatures scurrying, scampering and digging around the property. At one time or another, we’ve had raccoons, deer, skunks, porcupines, rabbits, birds and squirrels prey on garden plants, dealt with by a judicious mix of fences, nets, traps and buckshot. As for the compost pile, sea gulls and crows are the most avid customers, easily foiled by burying anything especially fresh and delicious (like last night’s lobster shells) in the heap, out of view. Visiting dogs are a problem only when the owners object to what we’ve “fed” their pet. (Ever hear of a leash?) We also, once, encountered the great bete noire of composting: the rat.