real world day 10/20/2020

once a pig farmer, alwaysa pig farmer, it seems. Sunday we took the Poosey Conservation Area Fall Driving Tour. beautiful. it is fall, ya'll. there were a lot of signs about CAFOs. as in not wanting them. as in they ruin the environment. (CAFOs being concentrated animal feeding operations. pig barn. or a cattle feed lot, or chicken house, but in this case...pig barn. one sign had a cute pig painted on it.) nobody wants them around. (these are not the actual signs. just signs I found on google.)

yesterday, Ann & I returned Zerelda to Mommy. took a detour on the way to see if the house we lived in at Modena was still standing. went down the first gravel, not the second, and found 2 pig barns. not Smithfield. it was a dead end road and I turned around and drove past an open-sided shed with dead pigs in it. Ann was shocked. I was explaining it to her, when I suddenly realized. hey. this is not normal to lots of people. I assured her, pork chops and bacon come from animals that are euthanized as soon as they arrive at a processing plant and promptly and humanely processed. these are not pork chops. these animals died or were sick and euthanzied and will be buried or burned or rendered somehow. but. they. are. not. pork. chops. (I did not take pictures. these are google images.)