This is pig-farmer:
Pig-farmer loves his pigs. CRAZY love. Pig-farmer does chores with an intensity and focus that many, okay, I, would say, borders on rudeness. Do. Not. Bother. Him. He is doing chores. Unless you want to chat about pigs. That would be a reasonable interruption. Chores are definitely more important than my need for a little assistance with whatever project I flitted after and got myself in over my head with. Like when I got myself stuck in the mud a couple of years ago. https://justmakethecoffee.com/2012/02/22/stick-in-the-mud/
Pig-farmer is messy. And then some. He reminds me of a mix between Bam-Bam from the Flintstones and Pig Pen from Charlie Brown/Peanuts. Now, I don’t want to sound mean. He is interesting to watch. If one could sit back and watch without him knowing. And if one didn’t have to sweep and mop up the debris he tracks into the house, all while giving this little-boy, impish, shrug-of-shoulders, that says, “I don’t know how that happened?”
He RRrriippssss the tops of sacks off and throws the string and tops to the side. Maybe it is because I can’t physically rip the bag tops off, but I painstakingly find the magic string end that, when pulled, if there are no hitches, will “unzip” the bag. Then, I put the sack tops and string into the trash.
Oh the baling twine! A huge peeve of mine. Twine twists and wraps itself around the barnyard. If left on it’s own, the twine becomes entangled in every fence, nook and cranny. It hides in the grass … and then the mower EATS it. Or tries to. Instead, the twine wraps around the mower bearings causing major issues. When I am doing chores, I usually spend several minutes just returning items to where they belong, gathering trash and recyclables, and collecting coffee mugs/iced tea glasses for washing.
You think I might be exaggerating?
Let me show you something:
Nope. Just pig-farmer doing a little painting of the barns. That’s a paint brush, not a knife.
I know. I get messy, too. Some splatters and drips…sure. But, mercy me!
And then, let me just tell ya about the time pig-farmer had a bad bout with the, uhm, well, let’s see. What should I call it?
How about a violent, relentless, emptying and cleansing of the lower intestines?
He thought it might have been from something he ate (i.e. MY cooking! Hmmmpf!)
We told him it was because he drinks from the hose in the summer ….
the hose that has been lying on the ground. The sometimes muddy (and Lordy knows what else) ground. He was sure that was not it. He said he didn’t touch the hose with his mouth.
Well, lo and behold, a good friend CAUGHT him in the act!
I’ll just say a picture is worth a thousand words.
And if that picture doesn’t say it clearly enough, I will add that there are piggies in that barn behind him. Very, very, very close to where that hose was lying.
Then again, there is that cute side.
Look closely at that adorable 4-Her’s shirt.
She named her pig “Larry.”
He was a prize-winner, too!!