So I chose to climb up the fence, onto the railroad car, onto the bales of hay, down into the fenced in part of the hay, cut open a bale of hay....and throw it into the corral...my daddy didn't raise no dummy!
Then its on to slopping the hogs.
He had already boiled up the wheat...leaving it to ferment and ripen in the sun...
and as you shovel it up the lovely trio of pigs see you and let you know of their rapture, by squealing and running around the aromatic pen they are housed in.
They greet you at the fence....
and patiently wait for you to dump their slop in the trough...NOT...they try their hardest to slam the bucket back onto your legs. I will never again call anyone a pig without a clear visual of what I really mean!
I expect some really good sausage outta these guys!
I expect some really good sausage outta these guys!
Am I not the best sister!!!
5 comments:
I WOULD NOT turn my back on that buffalo!!!!
You ARE the best sister, cause I won't even do that and I'm the wife! Ron owes you big time. Thanks so much, it's nice to know things are under control while I'm enjoying myself in Utah!
You are amazing... because I would never take on a job that starts with "DON'T Turn Your Back" on something. Love Ya Mom! Plus, you are amazing because you took photos of your adventure, and I always forget to have my camera handy for life's adventures.
When Wade and I were dating, he took me to see the buffalo. Let me tell you, I kept my distance even though there was still a gate between us! You sure are BRAVE!!
HA! that was the best post ever.. glad you get the job now that I live in BFE they cant ask me to do it anymore!! :) so thanks!!
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