Check out this little gift our kitty left on the porch.
Apparently our darling kitty, Mr. Poppers, is a ferocious beast who can take a turkey down.
Who knew?!
I am drowning in a river of homeschool and my own college courses. Hence my lack of an Internet presence. I have nothing of substance to stay, but I thought I should check in, lest anyone feared that a pig ate me or something.
Pigs! Yes. We still have them. Jealous?
Don’t be.
Oh, you want to know what’s the worst? David bought these game bag things to wrap the pigs in for their trip to the butcher. And game bags are basically canvas bags that hold dead animal bodies in them, didn’t you know? Normally he would buy disposable bags, but in an effort to save money, he bought washable ones.
His wife thanks him.
I have been trying to wash them over and over again, yet they have a smell.
What do they smell like, you ask?
Death.
They smell like death. Did you know death has a smell? It does. And it lives in my washing machine. And I worry, dear readers, that all the bleach in the world will not rid my washing machine of that smell.
Let us all stop for a moment and ponder what has become of my life.
Again, I have nothing to talk about, and I am sure you all loved my pig/death/bag story. So, I shall leave you with a few pictures.
Be excited.
The boys started swimming lessons.
Handsome Dude.
Little Dude.
Handsome Dude had an art lesson on cave paintings. He had to go outside and find dirt, mix the dirt with shortening and water, and paint with it.
I am pretty sure he thought his mother lost her mind.
The boys went to gather eggs today. I looked outside a bit later and noticed about 10 chickens wandering about.
(This picture only shows three)
It reminded me of how often they used to let chickens out! That has not happened in a long time. It was nice to have a break from chicken-chasing. I hope they don’t get back into the habit of letting chickens out.
The astute reader will notice the pigs in the above picture. They are wondering when I will feed them.
Maybe I will feed them their smelly, death bags.
Later, dudes.
hi! I want to come visit your farm.
Your readers are likely very sad that you are so busy because we miss you when we can’t drink our coffee with all your shenanigans. Great word! Did u know “sass” is Irish idiom for ‘saucy’. Which means like ‘saucy’ impertinent words or behavior? I read that last night. Thought I’d share.
Methinks you need a coffee…with creamer.
Perhaps you shou
Okay so I was going to say something but then I heard the baby in the bathroom playing in the sink so I had to investigate and I have no idea what i was going to say, but there you are, “Perhaps you shou”
Hang in there. And next time, just set those bags on FIRE.
Hi
Back in the day when I was a farm kid, we had pigs — my mom used vinegar in wash and it helped get rid of the pig smell — might try it for the game bags (I think about 1 cup in the rinse) — hope it helps
Oh dear. Take the bags to a laundromat? 😉
The picture of HD painting cracked me up. I bet he thought you were the coolest mom ever! Paint with mud?! Dream come true!! 🙂
You know they say pets take after their owners? Does Peter belong to David, perchance?!
I rejoiced when I saw there was a new post from you this morning. I stopped to get my cuppa ready before sitting down to read. Impressive kitty hunting and boy swimming. I’ve heard that pure sunshine can get the smell of gasoline out of clothes. Maybe it would work for dead pig smell. Does your place have a laundry line outside? Leave them on the line and let the elements do their work. Perhaps a big gust of wind will take them far far away.
Very nice fence…..fit for a pig or 22.
I see giraffes are next. 🙂
Or you have Landrace pigs who can scale fences like superman.
I’m just going to say that I think an ‘accident’ needs to happen to those bags. Maybe they will unintentionally run headlong into a pair of scissors or a sharp knife?
How far are you from a laundromat?
As they say down south…bless your heart : )
Yuck! Freshly dead anything stinks. I’d reiterate the vinegar suggestion; that’s the first thing I thought of.
Mud painting. How truly homeschool-ish. What a great mom you are!
Well, at least your hubby has yet to suggest llama or ostrich farming. There is always a bright side. Yes?