Blog #4 Heavyn Hadl

Let me tell you a story about my pigs. One day, my papa got some pigs from a friend of his to take care of. Why he offered to take him when he had nowhere to put them i'll never know. But, he did. Well, the city got word of it and told them that they had to do something else with them, imagine that. And honestly, the poor pigs needed to go somewhere else anyways. They were put in my aunt's backyard and they got into everything. So, my papa comes to the house one day talking about the pigs and how he has to do something else with them. We could automatically see where he was going. He wanted us to take the pigs since we live out in the country. So, after some convincing, mom and dad finally agreed, but mom swore up and down that she wasn't feeding them everyday. She refused to take care of them. So, my papa and my dad went out to the backyard and built them a fence and a little spot to live. So, we took care of the pigs for awhile. It was my job to feed and water them in the mornings. Oh, I forgot to mention, this was during the winter. Any who, we kept having trouble because the coyotes kept coming up on our land for the pigs. There was countless nights where we would wake up in the middle of the night to the pigs crying because the coyotes were trying to eat them. Dad would run out of the house and would shoot at the coyotes to leave. Sometimes it worked, sometimes not. Well, after the winter, we took them to that one butchering place or whatever it's called. The meat that came from them was pretty amazing, I gotta say. We had so much that we would just give several packages away to family members and have them try some. There's nothing like fresh, real meat. It doesn't get much better than that. It was a little sad eating it at first, but if you didn't think about it, it wasn't as bad.