Earlier this month, I went to the local livestock sale to sell the four buckling goats. It was crowded at the sale as usual.
I unloaded the goats at the dock and went up to the Amish-run diner for my habitual cheeseburger with extra pickles and a can of mountain dew. Horrible stuff to ingest (the pop anyway), but I only indulge in it when I go to the sale. And only because they’re coffee and everything else is damn near unpalatable. Plus they don’t serve wine…
My entire purpose of the visit was to sell off the four goats that were born a couple months ago. And….. maybe, buy a feeder pig if they happened to have anything that looked decent.
The first pig I saw was ugly. Far too ugly to ever be seen in my barn. Likely why it was being sold… The farmer couldn’t handle staring at it’s ugly mug for one more second. In fact, it was so ugly it could knock a buzzard off a shit wagon….
There were some cows for sale that day at the auction…
And more cows…
In fact there were a LOT of cows that day. And cow shit really stinks. Like really, really bad in my opinion.
Boldly, I pressed on past the cows (trying not to inhale too deeply) and finally did locate a decent pig. A nice pig actually, at a very good price. And kinda cute too.
By the look of her, I thought she’d be about ready for the butcher in September. Which means I won’t have to tie up the barn space for long, and I’ll have my freezers packed with fresh pork for the winter. And that made for a big smile on my face…. ~A
That pig was hella ugly. But isn’t it better to get an ugly pig if you are going to butcher it, and then you don’t feel as bad?
That cheeseburger, on the other hand… 😍
You’re right about cows***. There’s a big ranch we pass (like cows as far as the eye can see) on the road from L.A. to San Francisco that we call “Cowschwitz”. You smell it about 10 miles before you get there, and then half to basically breathe thru your mouth for 15 minutes.