prune picker

This is the blog of a prune picker. (Native born Californian) Retired oilfield. I am an old man. I blog a lot about my body and getting old. As I approach death life gets more interesting. More interesting is not good. I still drive. I attend sports, music, and civic events. I am writing my memoirs. I attend swim class three times a week. Some of my blogs might be interesting. A lot of my blogs are silly and trivial. None are very long.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

More bird watching and hog dressing.

The chickadees and the titmouse's are back. Tell me. Why are they always together? It is like they had the same mother and were raised in the same nest. Here is a picture I took yesterday. There is one of each on the feeder that was so thoughtfully hung out side my window by my son in law John Morgan Adams.


John got his twentieth or thirtieth hog this year the other day. He brought it home to butcher for the entertainment of his grand children and his father in law..





John uses the pioneer method of hog butchering.


So, that is where bacon, sausage, and pork chops come from.

The very first time I met John was in Jena, Louisiana a few years ago. Jackie, Kerry and I drove out to his trailer in the woods. John had a hog hung up between two trees and was butchering it. I wonder how many hogs John has killed in his life.






2 comments:

  1. We had pulled pork enchiladas for dinner last night. Nice visuals.

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    1. Thanks for your comment. I will never forget the day I met John.

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