Good idea. Sad to think about though.
Bud, Henry and Curly all showed the same symptoms (non-productive cough and wasting) in May, and all 3 died in June. That was not long after my huge dump-truck-loads-of-mulch project, spring of 2006.
Charlie followed with the same symptoms, but he presented and died very quickly in November. Dirtbike came here to live in December, and got sick by April of 2007. She was the only one that lasted long enough to present with lesions (possibly because she was only a year old). She was also the only one to be diagnosed, treated and to recover.
At about that time, I was almost done in with pneumonia and my joints had become so swollen and arthritic that I could barely walk or move, and I didn't know why. I'm a lot better now, but the joints are still burned out, I have a permanent limp, a handicap tag, and crutches in my car in case of emergency.
After that, I worked to make sure that stuff was tilled under, sprayed daily with bleach, dried out, grass sown over it...
That's too much lost to something so menial as mulch and as regrettable as ignorance.
I remember how hard I worked, wheeling and spreading those huge piles while the dogs dug and rolled, having a wonderful time. I also remember thinking, "Geeze this stuff is kind of dusty & mouldy...wonder if I can spread it all before it heats up and catches fire?" I had no idea at the time, but looking back on it, I'm just mortified and so full of regret.