~James Lendall Basford (1845–1915), , 1897
Life is the only way
to get covered in leaves,
catch your breath on the sand,
rise on wings...
~Wisława Szymborska (1923–2012), translated from the Polish by Clare Cavanagh and Stanisław Barańczak
Life is so largely controlled by chance that its conduct can be but a perpetual improvisation.
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Try coming near my pig pen! only 4 pigs right now, about 4 months of age. 3 Yorkshire/Duroc gilts, and 1 purebred Duroc Boar. So in not too many more months, little piglets all over the place, haha
But back to the noise, you never heard such screaming coming from them when I go out twice a day to give corn soaked in water with a protein concentrate. I know it is the protein concentrate they love, because once I made the mistake of buying it in pellet form, and darned if those pigs did not dump all the corn out, and eat every single concentrate pellet. So….. since then I only buy the ground concentrate, mix it with corn to get the desired protein level, and feed twice daily. I also have a hopper with straight corn in it, and the pigs will nibble a little bit on it, but definitely prefer the corn mixed with the sweet (I am guessing) concentrate. So is life here at Country Grown Farms.
~Terri GuillemetsOne day can make your life.
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He was more depressed than ever as he drove on by himself. The late afternoon had grown hot and sultry and the country had flattened out. Deep in the sky a storm was preparing very slowly and without thunder as if it meant to drain every drop of air from the earth before it broke. There were times when Mr. Shiftlet preferred not to be alone. He felt too that a man with a car had a responsibility to others and he kept his eye out for a hitch-hiker. Occasionally he saw a sign that warned: “Drive carefully. The life you save may be your own.”
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Thanks for sharing your experience! I think the noise is one I could get used to and not even hear anymore. It was eerily quiet when they first left! They are more wild than chickens, I had a friend who had neighborhood guineas…their numbers would rise and fall but they just hung around the neighborhood even though no one actually owned them.
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Although the guineas prefer to stay just outside their run/shed at night.. they do stay close. (AND SOMETIMES even sleep inside!) Every morning I feed everyone a bit of fermented feed.. ( so they know that home in the morning, is the place to be… At about 2pm..I come home, hens are still locked in waiting for me to open the door.. young chickens doing the same… Guineas hanging around outside … KNOWING Mama has treats>> I feed them scraps from a local restaurant.. (anything but deep fried, or white flour). Scraps are tossed out.. everyone finds something they like .. and in about 10 minutes they head out.. Guineas in their little swarm.. chickens running their outskirts, getting the grasshoppers that THOUGHT they had escaped the Guineas.. everyone free ranges till dusk.. when they start gathering for bowl of feed topped with white millet.. With full bellies.. they all find their favorite place to roost.. chickens INSIDE.. and Guineas.. well…. maybe in.. maybe out.. but still ………………. THEY ARE HOME!