This just may be me or the environment I live in, but I’m sitting outside waiting for the pig to finish its after meal ritual and mosy back into the evening home where I cover it with a blanket, creating a literal pig in a blanket. Wrapped pork.
I smell smoke. A fire perhaps, or the house burning down. At this point it’s impossible to tell. I can’t see any visible flames in the house but it does contain a lot of things that could cause a fire at any moment. I have to see if I can spot smoke from the neighbors. It’s a little stronger than a barbecue smell.
It is October so it’s possible they’re burning leaves but the area that I live in is still pretty green. Trees are still full.
I walk around sniffing the air like I see the dogs do. As I approach the backyard area I smell the dogs doo.
I spot the pig and it spots me. I have learned that pigs don’t like to be watched when they’re shitting. New life lesson. It grunts at me and I walk away but the fire smell seems weaker here. I’m going to assume for the moment that it seems weaker because I’m farther away, and not just because it’s underpowered by the stench of dog and pig and chicken manure.
I walked to the other side and it is stronger. Unfortunately this is where the house is too so I have yet to determine whether it’s my property or their property causing distress.
I am pleased on a side note to announce I saw a fish. It’s been a few days since I’ve seen one and the weather has been chilly enough that I feared for them. There is frost predicted overnight and I know one of these days I will come out and the fish will probably no longer be reacting to their feeding.
More death on the farm.