Happy Harvest Blog
Three little pigs
As usual, the new piglets are super shy. She threw me over her shoulder, and I won't forget. I peed on him, hee hee. They snort and dash away to the farthest part of their yard when you even get close. This is kind of a nice stage when you can stay clean going in to feed them. In a month or two they'll be nosing my pant legs and jostling me at the trough. They've been working, though. They were here for minutes before they had their faces in the dirt, and dug up an impressive swath of it in their first hour.
Near tragedy
Anyhoo, he was driving around, mowing, and once, right when he came to a stop, I saw the weeds rustle directly in front of his front wheel. As he backed out, I ran to the spot, fearing that a bird had been hit (I'd been paranoid and been tramping through all the weeds in front of him trying to flush out frightened chickens that were used to the tall weeds being a safe zone).
Future pasture
Our "pasture" is more a memory of a field. Abandoned for a decade, there´s very little actual grass left in the former field. It´s choked with goldenrod, berry canes, scrubby bushes I don´t know, and the local invading species scourge - glossy leaf buckthorn. Plus the incursion of poplars from the edges.
Instagram.
I may not make a blog post every day, but at least I Insta.
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