Sunday, December 09, 2007
Well, I Almost Took A Weekend Off
This weekend was busy. It started at sunrise Saturday with rounding up and trailering the pig for tagging and registration at the fair grounds. To be in the fair (March) you must take your swine to the fairgrounds on registration day for an eartag, official number, and payment of the modest registration fee.
So yesterday we loaded up the pig (who does have a name now) and hauled her up to Fanning Springs where she was a very good girl as she received her ear piercing and an official fair number.
It was all very efficient and we were home by 9:00 am.
There was a few hours for doing things around the house and then we were off to Crystal River for Junior's basketball game (who schedules games on Saturdays!?).
Late this afternoon, I called Junior away from his video game for some real world construction work. We needed to build a stand for the pig feeder (that metal boxy thing lying on the ground) so the pig (now named) could feed herself. Last year's pig kept knocking it loose, so this year we decided to engineer it better.
We hope it's better.
In the picture above, Junior is drilling some pilot holes for a few 10 penny nails.
Notice the flipflops.
Yes, it's warm down here ... too warm for December.
Okay, it's pretty nice actually. The kind of weather that requires neither heater nor A/C ... my electric bill for a 4 bedroom, two story house was $100 this past month.
Now he's driving nails. Look at that arm ... you wouldn't want to be the nail he's pounding. This little project required him to use the drill, hammer, compound miter saw, and socket wrench. All I had to do was help with heavy lifting and supervise.
Working around pigs is alternately hilarious and frustrating. They are so curious, and like a shark, they must nibble things to see what they are. We needed to dig post holes on either side of this concrete pad for the feeder rack and the pig (no longer nameless) was fascinated by everything we did.
She was especially entralled by the posthole diggers ... so much so that Junior had to get in the pen and distract her (thereby risking his bare flipfloppy toes).
We managed to mount the feeder without losing any toes and it seemed to be working well. I plan to put a little roof over it to help keep moisture out of the feeder, but that can wait.
Now we have to teach her to use it.
Did I mention she has a name finally?