Usually when they cover the pile, it's extremely hot. This time they did it wearing hats and gloves. The wind was blowing really hard too. Even though he was bundled up, my son came home shivering, with blue lips. Looks like the real fall is here ...
This morning Kris got home and reported that a cow had partially fallen in the manure pit! Her leg slipped in and Kris and my dad were able to get a halter on her and pull her out with a skid steer. Thank goodness for heavy equipment!
To give you an example of how unusual this is, this is the first time this has happened since we've moved here. The manure pits are covered with heavy duty covers, but she managed to get it just right and knock one. Bet she won't do that again!
Last weekend we visited our wonderful friend Brian Pridgeon's farm for the first time. Their farm has been in business 176 years - longer than Michigan has been a state.
Kris, the boys and I had never been on a pig farm before. It was really interesting. Here's Brian, the seventh generation to farm here:
|Defended his master's thesis just a few days after this picture was taken. He's even happier now!|
We toured the barns and the grounds. I've never seen pigs so little (just born the day before) or that big. SOME PIGS ARE HUGE! I'd never really heard so many pigs making noise at once. The little ones do squeal, but the big ones definitely do not oink. It's more a grunt. Not like the word 'oink' at all. (Much like most animal noises, the words don't do justice.)
We all enjoyed the tour.
My youngest son loves animals - has always loved cows and cats and dogs. This was his first up close encounter with a pig:
|What a look.|
I guess he's going to stick to dairy cows for awhile.