One hour in the crazy life of a dung

Process is simple. I was walking in the Lauzelle forest. I found the place uninteresting mainly because of the quite crowded people here, and also the motorway far distant noise. But, wind in the trees was beautiful. I encontered an horse and... a big dung fall onto the ground. The flies went immedialtly on it. I put the two microphones into the hot poop and all was made, that's all I can say. It's like that, on a hot and lazy public holiday, walkers saw a stupid guy recording a dung during an hour !