Tossing Pebbles in the Stream

Going's On

Testerday, Daisy the dog, not Daisy the cow, went to the doggy beautician and had a hair cut. Looks different!

She still can growl if you get to close to Dave. What a guard dog.

Grrrrrr! Giving me the evil eye.

Today, I am cleaning out the hen house. Not a pleasant job. Smelly! I am surprised how much droppings can accumulate over the Winter. I am spreading it on the vegetable garden before my neighbour tills it with his large tiller behind his tractor.

The last pig I sold, Nuts, was finally crated up (with no further injuries to me) and taken to his new home. In the end, coaxing him in did not work so I grabed him by the hind legs and man handled him into the crate. It was a race to one of two conclusions: he would go in or I would drop down dead for the effort. It took me a couple of hours to recover but he went in and is now someonelse's challenge. I feel guilty as I know a painful and most unpleasant castration will be inflictected on this 100 pound pig.

I will miss him in a way, He sure was interesting to have around. As the runt, he took a beating. Three times he was mauled by a neighbour's dog leaving him with bleeding wounds. Luckily pigs are tough and heal quickly.