9/03/07 - 2nd Day - After Breakfast. Well, by my gorilla math I had figured that our pigs should have dropped piglets by now - but upon a more careful use of pen and scratch paper, it is possible that they could drop any time between now and September 16th through 18th. That latter date is arrived at by figuring 112 - 115 days (gestation period for pigs) from the date of The Battle of Butcher Holler which is when we took the male pigs from the females and readied the boars for the butcher. So, now I am quite certain that the sows are pregnant, but not at all certain when they got that way or when they will drop piglets. I hope it is soon. We have been checking several times a day. It is kind of a nerve-wracking thing for us. We have owned a lot of pigs, and we have raised a lot of pigs, and we have eaten a lot of pigs - but we have never had piglets born at the ranch before. We don't know what to expect.
It looks like more rain is coming, or, we are praying that more rain is coming. The prognosticators are calling for rain in Central Texas. We have been getting a ton of tropical moisture pumping into the area, and there are two Tropical Cyclones (Felix down in the Carribean) and Henriette in the Pacific, both are supposed to kind of curl up in our direction. Not that the storms themselves will effect us, though they might, but they push a lot of moisture up here, and both should be doing so from different directions over the next week to ten days. It looks like Felix, which became a category 5 awhile ago, will be doing some havoc and killing down in Central America. Our prayers are with the folks down there.
We had our first Lord's Day fellowship over at the Sifford's since they moved up to their land. We saddled up Pita and let Tracy hold Sarah to ride on her as I led her up there, so Sarah wouldn't have to walk the whole way. It was kind of a neat thing, walking to fellowship with two girls riding on a cow. When we got up there we unsaddled Pita and tied her out to eat Johnson Grass during the fellowship. She liked that a lot. When fellowship was over, we saddled her up again and Danielle rode her back to the pasture. I look forward to the time (Lord Willing) when Pita is full grown and I can ride her; and when we can put saddlebags on her so we can carry the hymnals up there. Or we can put a trailer on her for her to pull and we can all ride to fellowship.
Today is "Labor Day" so the mail doesn't run and most things are closed. I hate worldly holidays. I really do. And all the out-of-town hunters are in town because the dove season started on Sabbath. So there are tons of $50,000 pickup trucks driving around with worldly jerks in them who don't wave at you when they pass you. I can't stand that. I also laugh at stupid hunters because they spend an absolute fortune to spend a long weekend shooting tiny birds so they can get enough meat for maybe a meal or two. You see them in town too, with their $50,000 pickup truck with a $5,000 four-wheeler in the back; and they are all decked out in a couple of hundred dollars worth of camo and they have a $1500 shotgun that will shoot 4 or 5 fifty cent shells in just a few seconds. They pay $3000 to lease a ranch that they will only use for a couple of weekends and they spend another couple grand for driving and expenses, and they sit out for a couple of hours and spend about $50 on ammo to bring home maybe 5 or 6 dollars worth of dove meat (which, by the way, is the same bird that city folks call a "pigeon"). Where do I sign up for that? Corporate/Industrial hunting! But, it does make all the ranchers around here and the local shops and stores a goodly amount of money each year, so who are we to complain? If it keeps my prices down and they are only here for a couple of months a year, I guess I shouldn't. But the lesson of such stupidity and wastefulness ought not to be lost on Agrarians. The same philosophy prevails in all modern thinking and across the board in the modern concepts of "vacation" and "leisure time". Oh, and dove hunting is the cheap hunting. Don't get me started on deer and "big game" hunting. There are hundreds of folks who come down to our neck of the woods every winter to shoot them some bighorn sheep or elk or reindeer or some other beast that isn't even indigenous to these parts. Big game ranchers around here buy tame animals that are raised on game farms, just like cows. The big horn sheep these hunters pay over $10,000 to shoot was likely raised on a local farm a couple of miles away - in a small field with fences and with farmers who come by and pour corporate food and water into troughs. When the "rack" on the sheep gets large enough, they are purchased and dumped on a huge ranch to fend for themselves. Then a highly trained "tracker" is employed by the hunter to track these elusive beasts. This ain't shooting Bambi, this is shooting Elsie the cow. But, the big farm raised rack goes on some guy's wall somewhere to be admired by his stupid family.
STOP (I say to myself). Take a breath. Let it go.
Hope all is well with you all,