My right tibia has been in training to be my landing gear before (jumping off moving vehicle, 1985, getting clipped by gallumping golden retriever, 2005) but I can't say it has actually done the job yet. No doubt, I shall keep trying.
So, I drove myself to town in the truck to get lumber, t-posts and a tube gate (the hogs arrive this weekend), and stopped at the Walgreens for a new set of crutches. When he arrived home, the new crutches fooled Huz into thinking I had actually seen a professional damage detector. Although I am not, for my own species, I am....experienced. I have diagnosed it as "will be fine".
Also arriving yesterday afternoon, a borrowed barn. Really.We borrowed a barn for the hogs from a generous friend/ neighbor, who is currently not using said barn. Now, having friends with a barn they are willing to lend is remarkable. Even more so, is friends with the ability to move said barn over one afternoon.
So, now build a hog enclosure. Crutch girl.
No picture of that. Not sure how that is going to work anyway.
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