moses hearding

if i had to describe moses’ usual behavior around the cows, it would be that of mutual ignoredness.  he is always around them, and never really notices them. 

it’s poo he’s after. 

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day 3

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.

piglets join general population, humans make funny noises

another graduating class of piglets make their first little hoof prints on the rough streets of general population. as they leave the small piglet pen they have inhabited for the last month, they are leaving behind their entire world.  it’s all they know. 

knew. 

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raindrops keep falling on my head

for the first time in what feels like forever a substantial rain has fallen.  in mid summer it seemed like the rain would never stop, and then just in time to get what we wished for, it hasn’t rained since.

bed rows at the vegetable farm are cracked over and crusty.  pork chop hill has a dust cloud swirling over head.  and the grass.  well, let’s just call it thirsty.

all day today, the crack pop of thunder and the drip drap of rain lulled the town to a hushed pace—singing lullabies with the wind and painting the sky a heavy grey.

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hoozah!

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. 

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walking out to the cows, a narration

walking out to the cows, a narration