Remember back when those piggies arrived at our homestead? I, jokingly, of course, mentioned how I thought we might just turn them into pets and take them for long strolls in the cool of the day. Well, we didn't do that.....Dewey kept whining about them being FOOD and not pets, and how long strolls were simply my way of keeping them lean and all. Goodness, some men have such an imagination. So delusional. I don't know how I manage to keep my sanity with him some days. I mean, really, do you think I'd go walking with the piggies just to keep them from gaining too much weight, so we could keep them as pets? Sheesh. What an idea! He is an odd man I'm married to, let me tell you. The very idea.
Well, let's just say it might have been a better plan than he thought.
We tried to move the pig, big monster hairy beast of the field that he is. With the horse gone, her small dry lot is free and well, he is a pig....his pen is ridiculously piggie-like and a total mucked up mess. So, because of the advice of a friend (ha ha.....she's funnny....her pigs walk around following you like nice little pigs...don't worry friend 'D' with 6 boys and a new baby girl, I won't mention you by name or anything), we tried to walk him with a bucket of grain and corn, from his area to the barn.
It didn't work exactly as planned. At one point, I think Dewey was actually crying with it all. With the SKS in his hands, ready to shoot that stupid huge beast, rather than let him continue through the timber and become someone else's FOOD. We finally got the pig back to his own pen. It took us a good hour of time, easily, for all of this rambling about, and we never did come close to the barn area at all.
But, this same pet pig is the same one Dewey can play with like he would a young puppy. He will start scratching that hind quarter and this big hairy guy will begin to lower that back-end down to the ground and in no time at all, there he is, laid out on his back, feet in the air, enjoying the scratching of the big ol' hams, like a contented puppy! And this beast, this do his own thing, go his own way homestead nightmare of a hog, is the same one that when given a container of milk, will literally suck on that jug as though it were a baby bottle! You haven't heard slurping....I'm talking sss-lll-uuu-rrr-ppping here....until you've listened to this one suck down a jug of milk!
Can you imagine how great those smoked hams will be in a couple of weeks?
The SKS rifle....yes, that is what we have. Looks just like the one in the upper right photo, bayonet and all. A family member gave it to Dewey and it shoots as smooth as silk. It is a bit strange, though, to do the reading about this thing and realize we have a military rifle as our main homestead gun of choice here. Makes one feel a bit 'survivalist' or something; like I should have a bunker built in the back 40 for those government raids or something. Honestly, we just use it as a homestead tool around here. Same as the 30 and the 22.....this one's just waaaay more cool.
LOL! I enjoyed reading this post. Animals give us so many adventures, don't they? I loved your comments about the military gun, the bunker & gov/t raids. Very funny! Holly
We are a homeschooling, homesteading family of 11 enjoying rural life on our mountainside. Walking and learning daily to be self-sufficient and God-reliant in both aspects of our lives.
Works in Progress
~Always Planning For Whatever... Mrs Survival site
~Sewing, of course
~write letters
~Baking, of course
~Pasta made, dried and stored away
~barn repairs, on-going
~bush hogging & timber clean-up
~clean & organize workshed
~DECLUTTER ONE ROOM WEEKLY!!
~build a new mailbox post
~monthly quilt blocks
A Godly Family Plan
No indulgences of self will can be trivial, no denial unprofitable; Heaven or Hell depends on this alone. A parent who studies to subdue it in his child works together with God in the renewing and saving of their soul. The parent who indulges it does the devil's work, makes religion impractical, salvation unattainable, and does all that in him lies to damn his child, soul and body, forever.
Susanna Wesley
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