Back to Normal...Whatever That Means

Things are getting back to normal around here. The hens are presenting me with about 8 eggs a day. Enough for me, a few customers and the random neighbor that happens to walk by when I'm feeling generous. My goal is to sell enough so that they pay for their own feed and maybe they could carry the pigs for a while. The pigs eat some fancy pot bellied pig food that is a little on the pricey side but is formulated for their pot bellied piggish figures. Speaking of the pig girls, they are starting to get their hair back and are in the kiwi stage. Tiny little hair is sprouting up all over. What a relief. I am getting tired of telling people why they had no hair. It really has only been in the last few months that the pigs have truly excepted me and trust that I have their back. They are now letting me pet and scratch them all over. I'm sure a lot of it is that I am more comfortable around them too. Although I do need to trim hooves again and that's another story altogether. They don't like me one bit when I'm trying to trim feet. Which reminds me the goats need it too. Yikes, my aching back.

When I got back from my trip I noticed how much Cora Belle and Filbert have grown and decided to move them into the big goat pen to be with their own kind. That's where they wanted to be.....until I actually did it. They stood at the gate and hollered, "Hey, we didn't mean it. We aren't really goats! We are bottle babies! Get us out of here!" But I left them in and they seem to be adjusting. And in the long run it will be where I want them to be anyway. In order to move them in I had to move Ruckus and Moly out so that Cora Belle won't get bred too early by Ruckus, if he ever decides to become a buck. Let's just say he's a late bloomer. Ruckus and Moly are now in the nursery pen until Hubby gets over the shock of losing his beloved truck and even more beloved motorcycle trailer and is capable of building me another pen. Who knows when that will be but I will just bide my time until that cloudy look leaves his face.

It is good to be back to normal, but I won't truly be back to normal until I get a new camera. Until then I will be posting old pictures. That darn disposable is still sitting on the counter until I can remember to get it to Target to be developed.

Man, I love digital!