tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810124.post4939590296907135935..comments2023-10-26T02:17:55.406-07:00Comments on AtomicZebra7: One or two, yes, but a whole truckload?Skeeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187266415669955956noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810124.post-53073870436347926122008-05-17T19:50:00.000-07:002008-05-17T19:50:00.000-07:00You are a talented writer, Skeeter; I love the int...You are a talented writer, Skeeter; I love the intro and look forward to the escape story...Mrs4444https://www.blogger.com/profile/06426176094895489541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810124.post-41880933972476355422008-05-12T19:58:00.000-07:002008-05-12T19:58:00.000-07:00Wow, what an interesting post. I had no idea that...Wow, what an interesting post. I had no idea that baby piglets could find their own mothers...what an ingenious idea your step dad had.<BR/><BR/>We stayed on a working farm once, years ago, it was one of those farm holidays that they used to offer up here in Canada. Maybe they still do, who knows.<BR/><BR/>It was near Mennonite country...<BR/><BR/>The farm had cows, pigs, and chickens. The chicken barn was always locked and no one allowed in, on account of keeping it infection tree (they told us). It smelled horrible. So did the pig barn. The barn didn't have any lights on inside; the farmer told us that lights made the pigs go crazy. I felt sorry for the pigs living in darkness; surely there is a way around that?<BR/><BR/>THe cows wandered about the pasture....it was a pleasant holiday; except for the smell!Laviniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08810442216887536113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810124.post-57251039967533283342008-05-11T12:09:00.000-07:002008-05-11T12:09:00.000-07:00OMG! I remember your story about the pigs under th...OMG! I remember your story about the pigs under the double wide! Great stuff!<BR/><BR/>Will anxiously await the tale of The Great Pork Jailbreak!<BR/><BR/>:) TerriTerriRainerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16301763290901887933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810124.post-63941811761452726472008-05-11T10:25:00.000-07:002008-05-11T10:25:00.000-07:00I grew up on a farm in Iowa. We had pigs, goats, c...I grew up on a farm in Iowa. We had pigs, goats, cows, horses, chickens and even a few sheep. <BR/><BR/>It was my job to bring our dinner scraps to the pig sty each evening after dinner and it genuinely scared me. They would see me coming from hundreds of yards away with my pail and start butting against the fence rails. Ugh.<BR/><BR/>I liked the goats though. Still do like goat milk, goat milk yogurt and especially goat milk cheese.Mariahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05049511202014141182noreply@blogger.com