trust the spirit
here’s an old dehorner we found at the farm—a relic from the farm’s past. as i’ve explained in the past, these crude instruments are part of a very common practice that survives today in major abundance.
in a pretty twisted sort of way, it’s hard to deny that this dehorner is designed to resemble a happy, smiling cow.
this weekend was opening day for the bulldawgs, and tonight is dropping down into the fifties. the fall starts are taking root. thoughts of fireside whiskey and cool weather hog roasts are bubbling through my subconscious and into reality.
in a true miracle of summer, our blueberries have survived the never ceasing heat, lasting a full month longer than most. this weekend we picked what’s sure to be the end of the berries and made some jam.
about a month ago, our berkshire boar—and only boar—bosko, was sent to slaughter, officially closing a chapter in pch history—or so we thought. after weeks of enjoying bosko’s meat, and reminiscing about the good times, his spirit emerges again—an heir to the throne (shot of conception).
dear beloved reader,
a confessional. a few days ago, when i told you the pig stork dropped off ten new piglets—well—i lied. we actually got eleven. as we were unloading them from the pig crate:
one of them ran away. we were passing the piglets—by the hind legs, from the crate, off the truck, and into the paddock—when all of a sudden, in a baby pink flash, piglet number eleven roundhouse kicked sous chef francois to his back, triple lindied over the tailgate of our truck, and dashed off into the enchanted woods that lay just beyond pork chop hill.
sometimes, i catch dr. kimble at the very edge of a paddock—lying inches below thousands of volts of electricity, toes over the line, eyeing the horizon—plotting another great escape.
he is not to be trusted.
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as i mentioned yesterday, we received ten new arrivals on pork chop hill. a few of usarrived at dale’s mad max resembling hog operation early yesterday morning. huge steel screens used to sort through huge boulders in huge quarries (dale’s day job) make up most of the landscape. the grates span the wooded hills as far as one can see—two boars, a few sows, and a few dozen piglets currently in operation fill it’s womb—beaten paths and lessons learned are seen around every tree.
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