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Ian to the buggy. They loaded up and drove quickly down the road to the Ferguson farm. As they got out, Dino looked at the goats running around inside the fence around the house.
“It’s intact,” Ian said, getting out.
“Yeah, that’s what worries me,” Lance said, keeping his rifle down but ready. As they walked to the gate, the goats ran to them. “I can’t believe you want goats.”
“Hey, we know how to milk them, and neither of us have time to mow, and these fuckers can eat some grass.”
When they opened the gate, Dino went in, and the goats scattered. They walked to the front door, and Lance lightly knocked as Ian looked in the window. “Dude, nobody’s here,” Ian said.
Trying the knob, Lance jumped when the door opened. “Up,” he said, bringing his rifle to his shoulder. They walked through the house, finding it was rather large with a basement but no signs that anyone had been inside for days. “Get your camera, and walk around. Make sure you open cabinets,” Lance said, moving to the front door, and pushed a goat out that was trying to come in.
After Ian quickly filmed every room, they headed out the back, and Lance pointed at some beehives at the base of the hill behind the house. “We need some of those,” Lance said.
Ian nodded. “Let’s check on the pigs and barn,” he said, still filming. Beside the barn was a Dodge dually, but there weren’t any keys in it. “There was a key rack in the kitchen; we’ll see if they are on it.” At the back of the barn was a large animal trailer beside a pen that led to a pasture full of cows.
“We aren’t taking cows,” Lance said, moving over to the pig pen.
“Duh, we don’t have the acreage for winter feed.”
As Lance walked up, the pigs all ran to the fence and grunted at him in anticipation. “Yeah, you’re hungry,” he said, moving to a shed beside the pen and found sacks of food. He grabbed one and dumped it in the feed trough. The pigs fought each other with several small piglets squealing as they got stepped on.
Lance grabbed another bag and dumped it in a different trough, and the pigs spread out, attacking the food. Seeing the water trough was empty, Lance traced down the water hose to see if by some miracle it was on. When he turned the valve, he jumped, hearing water flowing.
Stepping inside the barn, he saw Ian filming as he found a light switch and flipped it, but nothing happened. “Dude, power’s off,” Ian said, looking at him with the recorder.
“Well water is flowing; I just wanted to make sure.”
“They have solar panels on the house and batteries in the basement. I’m sure some of the house may have power, but I doubt anything out here,” Ian said. “How many pigs?”
“Thee boars, nine sows, and a few dozen piglets.”
“I know that chicken house we built last year is designed for thirty, but how many are you comfortable putting in there?” Ian asked, still filming.
“No more than forty, and you do realize that will put us swimming in freaking eggs? There are only five of us. Rhode Islands are good layers and good for meat; we really have too freaking many now,” Lance said.
“I was just thinking we don’t know the age of any,” Ian said. “I’ll let these here go then, and we can get the feed when we come back.”
“So we have an incubator and start the flock over.”
Turning the camera off, Ian walked over and asked, “They have an incubator here we can get. How many pigs you thinking?”
“None,” Lance snapped. Ian just shook his head. “You know I hate the damn things,” Lance groaned. “I love the bacon and sausage, not the source.”
“How many?”
“Half, all the piglets,” Lance said, walking out. He saw all the pigs burying their faces in the water trough. Turning off the faucet, he moaned, “Let’s get home and figure out what we want to do.”
They drove back across the road and back up the draw behind Donald’s with Dino leading them like he knew they
“It’s intact,” Ian said, getting out.
“Yeah, that’s what worries me,” Lance said, keeping his rifle down but ready. As they walked to the gate, the goats ran to them. “I can’t believe you want goats.”
“Hey, we know how to milk them, and neither of us have time to mow, and these fuckers can eat some grass.”
When they opened the gate, Dino went in, and the goats scattered. They walked to the front door, and Lance lightly knocked as Ian looked in the window. “Dude, nobody’s here,” Ian said.
Trying the knob, Lance jumped when the door opened. “Up,” he said, bringing his rifle to his shoulder. They walked through the house, finding it was rather large with a basement but no signs that anyone had been inside for days. “Get your camera, and walk around. Make sure you open cabinets,” Lance said, moving to the front door, and pushed a goat out that was trying to come in.
After Ian quickly filmed every room, they headed out the back, and Lance pointed at some beehives at the base of the hill behind the house. “We need some of those,” Lance said.
Ian nodded. “Let’s check on the pigs and barn,” he said, still filming. Beside the barn was a Dodge dually, but there weren’t any keys in it. “There was a key rack in the kitchen; we’ll see if they are on it.” At the back of the barn was a large animal trailer beside a pen that led to a pasture full of cows.
“We aren’t taking cows,” Lance said, moving over to the pig pen.
“Duh, we don’t have the acreage for winter feed.”
As Lance walked up, the pigs all ran to the fence and grunted at him in anticipation. “Yeah, you’re hungry,” he said, moving to a shed beside the pen and found sacks of food. He grabbed one and dumped it in the feed trough. The pigs fought each other with several small piglets squealing as they got stepped on.
Lance grabbed another bag and dumped it in a different trough, and the pigs spread out, attacking the food. Seeing the water trough was empty, Lance traced down the water hose to see if by some miracle it was on. When he turned the valve, he jumped, hearing water flowing.
Stepping inside the barn, he saw Ian filming as he found a light switch and flipped it, but nothing happened. “Dude, power’s off,” Ian said, looking at him with the recorder.
“Well water is flowing; I just wanted to make sure.”
“They have solar panels on the house and batteries in the basement. I’m sure some of the house may have power, but I doubt anything out here,” Ian said. “How many pigs?”
“Thee boars, nine sows, and a few dozen piglets.”
“I know that chicken house we built last year is designed for thirty, but how many are you comfortable putting in there?” Ian asked, still filming.
“No more than forty, and you do realize that will put us swimming in freaking eggs? There are only five of us. Rhode Islands are good layers and good for meat; we really have too freaking many now,” Lance said.
“I was just thinking we don’t know the age of any,” Ian said. “I’ll let these here go then, and we can get the feed when we come back.”
“So we have an incubator and start the flock over.”
Turning the camera off, Ian walked over and asked, “They have an incubator here we can get. How many pigs you thinking?”
“None,” Lance snapped. Ian just shook his head. “You know I hate the damn things,” Lance groaned. “I love the bacon and sausage, not the source.”
“How many?”
“Half, all the piglets,” Lance said, walking out. He saw all the pigs burying their faces in the water trough. Turning off the faucet, he moaned, “Let’s get home and figure out what we want to do.”
They drove back across the road and back up the draw behind Donald’s with Dino leading them like he knew they
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