Foggy morning breakdown
A gobbler greeting
Apple and pear chutney
A front-porch still-life
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Foggy morning breakdown
A gobbler greeting
Apple and pear chutney
A front-porch still-life
Love the pic of the chutney … and love the chutney!
Howdy neighbor. Heard about the African Swine Fever yet? Nasty stuff. As a world renowned hog farmer I know you’ll be taking all the biosecurity measures needed. Here’s a snippet about feed ingredients…
https://www.nationalhogfarmer.com/animal-health/african-swine-fever-what-role-do-feed-ingredients-play-spread
Time for a small farm renaissance, to be sure. Local feeds, local foods, local health.
You will not be able to avoid it. Not even us Europeans, who are busy discussing a tourist and truck driver cull to help with sanitation (no more discarded bologna sandwiches at truck stops), will.
If I was a hog farmer, I’d be driving east right now, trying to find those wild boar who will already have survived the disease in heavily afflicted regions, carry them home and pet them to be good boys and make lots of babies.
Culling lorry drivers seems a bit extreme to me… but if that’s what it takes. I’d be giving up my CDL about now.
Thinning the herd, eh?
As JMG just said: “by and large, after all, the right looks for allies while the left is hunting for heretics.” I think right now one should be looking for allies on four legs.
Great, Clem, something to brighten the day. I, of course, am all for local feed, food, health. But, what we really need are local wallets. Too few are willing to pay more than what Wally World charges.
Noggin scratchin’ time here… so what does an independent, locavore – living off the land by his/her own sweat – need with customers willing to pay more than Wally World charges?
Whatever would she do with all the extra cash? Buy trinkets and gadgets?
I’m half serious here. I know where you’re coming from (I think I do at least) and I am sympathetic… until I think back to the community my father grew up in. There was a cash economy, but the stories passed down make it sound as though cash was only involved in a minority of transactions.