Hurricane Farm

Since we were moving in and setting up the farm this past summer, I did not have as much time to ready my woodpile as I have in past years.  Installing fencing, building stalls, and the numerous other tasks involved in setting up a new farm consumed my "wood splitting and stacking time."  And normally, as my wife and kids can tell you, I am pretty particular about my stacking.  Parallel rows, uniform heights, etc.

So, to that end, I have piles of split wood, haphazardly covered with tarps, out in the side yard far away from where we actually need it -- in the living room near the stove.  I generally carry it in by hand each night, a few pieces at a time.  But man!  I wish I could do this:

  Maybe I'll practice after the next batch of homebrew is ready to sample.

Here is one of our hogs.  She is especially fond of dumping over her freshly poured water.  It's a game with her, I suspect.  I don't like playing THAT game, so I gave her and her sisters a couple of soccer balls to toss around.  Apparently, the fun part of the water game is watching me clamor about trying to retrieve and refill the water so they can dump it over again.