Speaking of living on the fringe....
Apparently our neighbor to the back has continued to complain to the city about our hogs. Now, the Powers That Be have decided we
do fall under city rules and our hogs weren't grandfathered in. Squeaky wheel much? At least the horses and chickens are safe, we've had them since we moved here, and actually so did the folks we bought the place from. Honey's working with a planner to get a variance to keep the pigs until butcher, which could be as soon as mid August if we take them smallish. Our county fair is the last week of August and we'd planned to wait until mid Sept, to get the fair pigs cleared out of the butcher shop, but we may have to go first. If we have to move them, we do have a friend willing to house them for us. The fun part will be moving two half grown pigs, how exactly are we supposed to load them in the truck? I sure can't help, for one I'm simply not strong enough and second that's just what I need is to get kicked and have my skin broken by a nice clean piggy foot--no thanks! Not to mention we just bought 1500 lbs of hog feed, that will have to be bucketed into trash cans in the truck to be moved. Grrr.
On the better side, lasagna for dinner and I decided to roast some garlic today for it and to marinade some chicken thighs in. So, my house smells like roasted garlic, which is a bonus to me!
I know it's completely un-Christian of me, but knowing how much the complaining neighbor loves his landscaping (he was always freaked out our goats would hop the fence and get in his yard and destroy his specimen plants) I can't help but thinking a buck and pregnant doe rabbit need to find their way back there some mysterious way
. Not that I ever would, of course, but you know how the mind comes up with these things when you have a lot of time to think.....