These are our pigs. The black one is Belloc, the white one is Elsa. Don’t they look tasty?
The Pig
A Christian Gentleman is the humble pig.
He eats our scraps and grows from small to big.
Plows fields with snout and trotter,
Takes mud baths when it’s hotter,
Asks only to root the earth, to grow fat and big.
And when he has grown big, and full of taste
He gives us sausage and bacon, and ham to baste.
A Christian may be a pork eater,
All thanks to God (and Saint Peter).
Let none of this marvelous creature go to waste.
Wherever be silver-tongued poets or holy preachers,
Let them extol him and all of his porcine features.
Let us praise the God who bade him,
“Be pig!” and blithely made him
The humblest, noblest, and tastiest of all His creatures.
A Day without Mommy
Monday morning Seppi got up and asked “Daddy, What kind of day is this? Do we get to eat meat today?” (We do the traditional meatless Fridays in our house, and Seppi hates days without meat.) Upon being reassured that it was in fact a Monday, and therefore meat was on the menu he asked,…
Sick Pig
This post is long overdue. That is because I have been in Texas on National Guard orders for the last two weeks and it was a very busy course. Early mornings, late nights, long days of computer work. Boring! This all took place at the end of May. Remember, Gertrude was bred on the 8th…
Little Farm in the Big City 