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A Mile in His Crappy Boots

Today I walked a mile in Husband's crappy boots. Actually, they were my boots and they were only crappy because I stepped in lots of actual crap. And I had to walk largely because I didn't know how to do this thing called choke on the farm's John Deere Gator. On the agenda today, cleaning out the pens where we keep our farrowing (birthing) sows (mama pigs). The kids took advantage of the sunny day to help clean one of the pens, scraping out manure and putting in clean straw for the pregnant sow. How did we coax our kids away from the TV to go outside and scoop manure in the cold?  They couldn't WAIT to do it! While the kids were cleaning out pens for expectant sows, Husband was busy stealing the piglets from their mothers (briefly) to give them their ear notches and shots. Ear notches are small cuts to the edge of a pig's ear that will identify it for the rest of its life. Look at the notches in the sow's ear above. The notches are a secret code a

Sign of the Farmpocalypse

Every issue of Sports Illustrated has a brief quote titled Sign of the Apocalypse , a humorous but true sports news item that makes you wonder--have we gone too far? In that spirit, I present another installment of Sign of the Farmpocalypse, because I just can't make this stuff up. Dayton media are reporting that four people have been arrested for stealing pigs from a farm and attempting to re-sell them, in a caper headlined 4 Arrested for Bringing Home the Bacon.

New Year, New Blogiversary

It's February 2012 and here I am--too late to do a new years post and really too early to do a 4th   blogiversary post. What the heck, let's do it anyway! Let's skip right to the fun stuff. This is a Wordle. I inputted every post from 2011 into the Wordle maker . The larger the word, the more frequently it was used.  Looks like Husband edged out the kids again.   In 2011, Bringing Home the Bacon was visited by somewhat bemused people in all 50 states and 87 countries. Which begs the question, where did all of these people come from?   Glad you asked. Apparently by doing Internet searches on the following actual, real terms used to find this blog: Sweet teats Woman castrating hog holly michaels poop Activities normal people do Boob wash up Large pig sow vulva Hottest armpits And a big thank you to all those people who were combining my name with the search term p0rn and sticking around to read about pig auctions anyway. I was interested to see how many peo