trust the spirit
woah, boys. easy now.
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.
in an attempt to out class each other, our two litters of piglets—the dark ones, purebred berkshires, and the spotted ones, tamworth/berkshire crosses—have been going head-to-head in non stop competition to determine which litter is the king of pork chop hill.
below is a pair of photos from the sleeping competition, which came just after nipple sucking and right before nipple sucking.
is the winner the spotted tam/berk crosses, performing a classic stack and sleep? or is it the purebred berks, performing the rarely seen batpig pile on? you be the judge.
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sometimes, i catch dr. kimble at the very edge of a paddock—lying inches below thousands of volts of electricity, toes over the line, eyeing the horizon—plotting another great escape.
he is not to be trusted.
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