We were at the neighbors’ farm in Hardy, VA this past weekend. They graciously allowed the grandchildren to pet the baby pig and the baby turkeys.
Anna asked what the pig’s name was- “Doesn’t have one.”
The baby mini-mules and their miniature horses don’t have to worry but then again, they have NAMES!
Bob the Mule. Heart the Horse.
The egg-layers are spared.
Oh yes, they have a couple of ducks. And their names? Christmas and New Years.
The second image? Those are a couple of (seven pounds apiece) pork butts that Pap smoked for the Paleo crowd. The veg branch of the family didn’t come this past weekend. I don’t think the meat had names.
Fantastic shots… So, I’ve slowly made my way up and down the alphabet and I am now on – R – Yippee! Since the goal is to catch up and get current, I Like my way through many weeks of posts. TY for your patience! 🙂
Kids and animals always steal the show!! So cute! Unless the viewer is really hungry – then the photo of the pig’s cooked cousins could be the favorite!
Stacy had baby animals at her 5th birthday party…the little black piggies’ name was Olive
Guess there is no point if they are going to end up smoked anyway 🙂
Kosher?
Wilbur! “Some pig!” 🙂
Yeah, you learn that really early on a farm. “Ya don’t name what ya eat.”
The left hunk of meat I shall name Mine. The right can be Yours!
You do realize Greg, that there are followers who come here just to read the best comments on the internet! Yours and Chicago John’s that is.
Seriously, you guys get fan mail. I get notes like, “Oh your photo is nice but that comment is my favorite!”
That John is always showing me up!
Everyone deserves a name – even (especially?) baby pigs…