Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Butt Shavings And The Return Of The Prodigal Project
The Suwannee River Livestock Show and Fair is this weekend and will run into next week. As always, we are hoping Junior's show pig makes the weight, (230-280 lbs) and gets to compete.
One of the things that happen prefair is a haircut for Porki.
So yesterday, since Junior had both track and soccer practice, the role of "swine barber" fell to me.
Porki was pretty good for the beauty session. This does not mean she stood still of course. Essentially it was a barberballet. She shifted, I shifted, she walked over to eat, I walked and shaved at the same time, she turned, I shaved whatever side she gave me.
By the time the battery charge ran out on the trimmer, I had her hair knocked down a couple of inches and ready for the final trim, which will happen today.
The idea is to accent her buff musculature ... you guys who shave your chest hair can relate.
I rigged up the green pig transport cage at the end of the pen chute so she can get used to walking into it this week. On Saturday, I will set the green cage on my low trailer and place it back in this position with a plywood ramp for her to walk up and into the cage.
Then she will head to the fair.
I lifted Bear up (ummph!) and over the hog panel fence to let him in with the pig. I thought it would be fun to watch them have real contact.
The pig wasn't too interested in Bear and Bear showed only a passing interest ... butt smelling mainly. For Bear, the slow motion chasing of the chickens by mostly blind Flounder dog was much more interesting and his attention was soon focused elsewhere.
He is wearing his new 20 foot long training lead which allows him some romping freedom, but limits his runoffanicity when a deer scent or girl dog scent catches his fancy. This leash has been a great improvement over the short 6 footer we were using since he feels free and the constant tug O'war has ended.
Unfortunately for me, I was still connected to Bear when I lifted him OUT of the pigpen chute. For a brief moment, as he dropped to the Earth from my arms, all was well, but as soon as his paws hit the sand, he blasted off after the nearby chickens which had been driving him crazy the whole time I was pig shaving.
I could see the disaster unfolding and I lept up and over the fence, but the 20 feet of lead had already played out and I offered little resistance to Bear's might since I was vertically airborne at the moment.
I landed about 6 feet away from the fence with a skinned knee the only damage.
Life with Bear is never boring.
The feet above belong to Frank. Longtime readers know about Frank, if you are new, search this blog for him.
His time away turned out to be a temporary stay at a facility and he has been back for a few weeks.
His behavior is great and grades are good.
The picture was taken yesterday. I was helping him with his science fair project since he did not have a camera and needed to photograph part of his "experiment".
He is testing whether different brands of basketball shoes affect vertical jumping height.
Like all the other students, he has waited until the last minute ... which makes him perfectly normal in my book.