I know, I know, enough with the pigs already. I talked to the butcher today, and they informed me that instead of scheduling a date for pigs, they're making a list and collecting names of people to call as they get time. That just freaks me out. I'm a Yankee, and I'm used to a little higher stress than this laid back approach to life. Maybe when we pick up the tender delicious cow next Thursday, we can get a little clearer idea of whether we'll be butchering by ourselves or not. Yes, we bought a heifer, and yes, we have 8 cows in the field. We've been girl heavy lately, and don't want to waste our Dexter ladies, so we're stuck eating Black Angus for a while.