That was a'moo'sing.
Sparks childhood memories of my Dad rushing out to shovel up horse droppings in the street. Mum was growing roses, but she was too posh to be seen shoveling <deleted>.
At 65 yo I guess I'm one of the last generation to see horse-drawn deliveries (milk, coal, rag & bone, etc.) in the UK.
I suppose the current younger generation of up-country Thais will be the last to see buffalo carts and ploughs.