Today is the last day of Ranch Camp. Fifty-six teenage campers are packing to go home, most of them worn out from a full week of swimming, kayaking, helping in the barn and gardens, blistering heat, and what might well be the very best “End-of-Camp Dance” party ever last night. Even more worn out are Marci (Camp…
Pigs….the end
Mr. Pat came back from the slaughterhouse in Smithville today with news that our three pigs weighed in at about 200 lbs. each, and were declared by the locker house personnel as being among the very finest pigs they’d ever processed, “Absolutely perfect,” according to Pat. I should hope so. For the past six months,…
Pigs…con’t. (and more)
Well, today has been a day that could probably only happen at Down Home Ranch. It began with an early morning swim in the pool, which I try to get in as often as I can. Granddaughter Rachel had permission from Ranch Camp, being a serious competitive swimmer, to swim from 5:30 to 6:30 in…
Pigs
The other day as I carried a container of slops from Benedict House toward the pig pen I passed by Lori next to the Chicken Hilton and stopped to say hi. Lori glanced at my offering and muttered, “I hate those pigs.” I laughed and she looked startled and said quickly, “Oh, well, no, I…