You know what makes me uncomfortable? Cities, parking garages, elevators and continuous impervious surfaces. I bet I’ve only hailed a cab a couple times in my life. If I had to do it tomorrow I know that I would be nervous.
Was the world created for large sections to be covered in in concrete, steel and iron with pipes, parking and subways running below ground level? That is certainly a scene that could be painted to be very impersonal, cold and unnatural. And the inner workings of the city, or the behind the scenes sewage, energy generation, and trash removal would certainly disgust the common person. Yet billions of people live in cities. Maybe millions live there by choice.
As a country dweller that enjoys working the earth, caring for animals and doing manual labor outside I personally feel like being made to live in a city would be punishment.
Do you know why all this makes me uncomfortable? I believe it’s uncomfortable to me because it’s not what I know. I grew up driving tractors, using a parking garages was a rare pre-adulthood occurrence. Aren’t most new experience more challenging than doing what we’ve always done and know?
Is change wrong?
I do not believe that change is wrong. I do not believe change is universally right. I believe change should occur for a good reason, not just for the sake of change.
I’m not very creative, but we’re going to do something cool with some of this old barn wood in the future. The Little Farmer was using his crow bar to pull out the nails.
As the sun rose one day this week my son and I were taking boards off of old (probably more than 100 years) barn that was blown down this summer in a storm. I had some help working on it last night. My friend asked if I ever remember pigs being in the barn. Absolutely. I remember feeding gilts (female pigs pregnant with their first litter of piglets) regularly. I remember a waterer that we reached down inside of on a regular basis and dug the solid dirt, mud and crap that had sunk to the bottom out so that their water would be a bit fresher. I remember the waterer freezing in the winter. I remember pouring feed on a frozen ground for the pigs to eat off of. I remember pouring feed on the driest spot you could find in the lot when it was muddy.
I remember remodeling barns and installing newer, better waterers that stayed cleaner. Then I remember building a couple brand new barns with even better technology like a drinking fountain, so there was always fresh clean water available.
The same story with ventilation. That old barn that fell down this summer, it didn’t have a fan or a heater. The newer barns are designed to allow space and appropriate design for newer, better, more efficient fans and heaters.
I believe that if you seek out some real farmers, watch some real videos inside real and have conversations with a variety of farmers you might be surprised how much barns have helped our hogs and our farmers over the years.
When we consider a Pig’s Tail from multiple perspectives our own outlook may change, more than once.