Homesteading Critter Update

I wrapped up The Curmudgeon Goes On Phone Hiatus Part 1, 2, and 3 with this:

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to work like a demon to get the damn fence repaired. The clock is ticking!”

Just in case you think I’m full of shit… here are a few pictures.

Cute little buggers eh? Well they are but they’re also a pain in the ass. They’ve run me ragged. Maybe I’ll explain sometime.

Springtime on a homestead is always busy; posting might be a bit light and fluffy until I get a handle on the situation. Stay tuned.

AC

P.S. Yes I said “light and fluffy”. It’s my blog and I’ll misuse adjectives as I see fit. Aside from Edna and the Dog, I’m willing to skate on thin metaphorical ice. Plus, I thought it appropriate because when I write fluff, I know it’s fluff. (Unlike “journalists” who like the smell of their own farts while flitting between dying corporations and impending bankruptcies like exceptionally dense, quasi-literate, lemmings.)

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9 Responses to Homesteading Critter Update

  1. Anonymous says:

    behold the power of bacon…

  2. Tree Mike says:

    Light and fluffy will do. My last pig happenings were winter before last. Took a year off, gonna do some more this year.

    • AdaptiveCurmudgeon says:

      I get the “take a few years off” effect. I took a few years off before 2020. Life gets in the way from time to time.

  3. Rob says:

    I’m sorry but raising meat is not “fluff”. Nope, raising meat is important stuff!

  4. Mike says:

    It”\’s OK. We have 6 running around 5 belong to 4-H er’s One is ours. The pen looks like a WW1 battlefield. Nothing but churned dirt. Tasty!

    • AdaptiveCurmudgeon says:

      4H pigs are dangerous! You offer to “help” some kid and suddenly you’re feeding an ark. 🙂

  5. WolfSong says:

    They’re so cute!
    😍
    I love when they’re little and just figuring out the world around them. Nosing here, rooting there.
    Even when they bust out of the fence.
    When they get bigger?
    Oof.
    Our last ones were 350lb Berkshires who were the worst pigs ever.
    I mean, hunting my chickens and cats and there was no going in the pen without at least one other person present, just in case.
    But damn, they was tasty, tasty pigs.
    😂😂😂
    One day I’ll get more, but I’m on the “years off” time frame right now.

  6. Phil says:

    I get a serious kick out of you.
    You are very much, “All right in my book”.

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