trust the spirit
after several weeks without taking a day off, i found myself a bit burnt, and extremely tired. rookie mistake, i know. scheduling days off, after years of strictly knowing five on-two off, is a skill yet to be breached, but newly on my radar. with no fuel in the tank, and a short, but important list of tasks, i looked elsewhere to find my motivation.
luckily, it was everywhere.
pigs love water, hoses make water, and pigs are smart. so by now, i should really know better than to turn my back on a pig. each time i stick the hose into the herd’s waterer i risk pignanigans. but with pregnant pigs, newborns, and jah’s lush woods surrounding me, i oftentimes find myself distracted by a this or a that.
with about seventy gallons of head room left to fill in the tank, i decided to do a quick stroll around the paddock.
on my return, i found this clown in the video—-smiiiiiling away.
the thrilling conclusion to this week’s cow drama. after two days of relaxing on the far end of the pasture it took just a little bit of outwitting, a little electricity, and a little bit of the bulls’ own curiosity—bottom line, they wanna be with the herd—to reclaim stability in the herd.
great success.
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while attempting to introduce our two new bulls to the herd (located several fence lines, over the hill, and halfway to grandma’s away), a lapse in one section of our temporary alley allowed the transferees to undermine the plans. one second they were in the alley, and the next second they were in full trot, in tandem, towards the farthest possible location they could find—the tree line, three hundred yards away.
son of a.
ight a cigar, and pop a cork, cause dr. richard kimble has a new brother! i went to the sale barn yesterday, and bought my second cow—my second cow, ever—at the northeast georgia livestock auction. if you missed my video last week, you have to see what this place is like. my mind done gone blown.
the bidding started in the mid eighties, there was a lack of interest, and it dropped to the low seventies. i bid .seventy two, the other guy .seventy three, me .seventy four, and he walked.