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…

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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…

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