Found: Goat
Farm life... it's different.
My neighbor found a goat, posted a big sign. FOUND: GOAT. Call her if yours is lost.
Me, I have animal problems of a different kind. My mangos are suspiciously disappearing. At twilight, I hear strange noises and rustlings from afar. The dogs are tense and bark half the night. Every morning I awake to cloven hoof tracks between my coffee trees. The damn wild pigs are having wild bacchanalias underneath the avocadoes and it's driving me crazy.
Pigs are not a year-round problem. But the wet season brings them down off the upper slopes and into the farms. They love macadamia nuts, and crack open the hardest nut in the world like candy. My bigger complaint is that they dig up everything. Everything. Coffee trees. 100-pound buried rocks. My road.
Or, all of the above, at one time. I got up last week, jumped in the truck to head to the Big Farm (my parents place), and found my road was blocked. The pigs had dug up several 100 pound rocks, scattered them in the road, AND tipped over several coffee trees on top for good measure. Made a big ole mess. $%#&@!!!
hmm, if I didn't know better, I might think they tried to trap me on the property. It's suddenly getting Hitchcockian. Has my phone line been cut? Will I walk outside some night and find the herd circling the house? Should I be afraid? Very afraid?
Revenge is mine though. One member of The Other White Meat herd is now in the freezer. Carnitas anyone?
Farm life, it's different....
My neighbor found a goat, posted a big sign. FOUND: GOAT. Call her if yours is lost.
Me, I have animal problems of a different kind. My mangos are suspiciously disappearing. At twilight, I hear strange noises and rustlings from afar. The dogs are tense and bark half the night. Every morning I awake to cloven hoof tracks between my coffee trees. The damn wild pigs are having wild bacchanalias underneath the avocadoes and it's driving me crazy.
Pigs are not a year-round problem. But the wet season brings them down off the upper slopes and into the farms. They love macadamia nuts, and crack open the hardest nut in the world like candy. My bigger complaint is that they dig up everything. Everything. Coffee trees. 100-pound buried rocks. My road.
Or, all of the above, at one time. I got up last week, jumped in the truck to head to the Big Farm (my parents place), and found my road was blocked. The pigs had dug up several 100 pound rocks, scattered them in the road, AND tipped over several coffee trees on top for good measure. Made a big ole mess. $%#&@!!!
hmm, if I didn't know better, I might think they tried to trap me on the property. It's suddenly getting Hitchcockian. Has my phone line been cut? Will I walk outside some night and find the herd circling the house? Should I be afraid? Very afraid?
Revenge is mine though. One member of The Other White Meat herd is now in the freezer. Carnitas anyone?
Farm life, it's different....
