One Little Piggy Cried Wee Wee Wee

Last week I wrote about my cattle and their show season, which by the way is going great. Paisley got 5th overall at the Battle of the Breeds show and she got Reserve Overall at the Bonneville preview show.  I am so proud of my baby girl. But this week I am going to write about my other showing hobby. On Saturday I got to pick out two pigs and take them home and show them. This will be my third year showing pigs and I am super excited.

This year I have a Yorkshire barrow that is all white and a Cross Bred belted barrow.  They did not get along at first but those cold nights have brought them closer. Sunday I went out to give them marshmallows because all pigs love marshmallows, but I couldn’t get them to eat them. Since they would not eat them I put them in their feed pan and found them gone the next day. Pigs have such great personalities that you never now what they are going to do.

I have one problem and that is that my piggies do not have any names. I have came up with a couple but I’m just not sure yet. I have Batman and Robin, Enos and Rosco, and I’m not sure what else I could name them. If you could please comment below if you have any other name.


Picking Out The PERFECT Show Stock!

Here is my show stock of the year. Im pretty sure I made a good choice in picking her.

My Grandpa brought me an article from the Farm Talk last week. He told me that I might enjoy reading this. Well I knew that if my grandpa wanted me to read it then it had to be good. So here is the article.


The Top 10 signs you picked the wrong club pig/lamb/goat sale:

by Mark Parker


10.  The auctioneer’s lead-in is: ‘Hey, lookee here—now if you want a lamb nobody’s gonna steal…”

9.  The sale poster features the 15th place barrow from a 1978 county fair.

8.  Apparently, #47 has a little fainting goat in him ‘cause he hits the deck when the gavel strikes.

7.  The University of Arkansas Athletic Dept. is there looking for a new mascot.

6.  That one pig may not be a grand championship contender but if he survives he’s a shoo-in for rate-of-gain honors.

5.  Your archrival from back home is the one who highly recommended this sale.

4.  When you ask one of the consignors about his breeding program he says, ‘breeding what?’

3.  The top meat goat prospect has a beard down to his knees.

2.  When there are no bids, the owner steps up to the ring and offers free leg splints.

1.  The top-seller almost brings market price. £


Each number I would always have a little giggle because it seems so true. It was also funny because I thought my grandpa was giving me something serious to read but instead he was feeling humorous. Got to love my grandpa. I hope you enjoyed this top 10 as much as I did.

So God Made a Stock Show Kid

I found this on Facebook and fell in love with it. It is a remix of the poem “So God Made a Farmer” by Paul Harvey. This version is called “So God Mad a Stock Show Kid” by Stockshow Confidential. It speaks the truth about a true stock show kid. When I was listening to the video all I could say to myself was, “yep I do that”. Showing cattle is my passion and also a lot of other people’s passion. Pass this video on to show everybody what us stock show kids really do.

Love or Glory

Paisley getting beautified for her class.

Paisley getting beautified for her class.

It was a first of many shows for the year of 2013. Missouri Alpha Gamma Rho organization put on their annual heifer and steer show this past weekend. I took my two baby girls Paisley and Babe. They both did really well in their classes. Paisley won her class and got Reserve Missouri Percentage Simmental. Babe only got fifth in her class but she got first Missouri in her class. I am so proud of my two girls. I don’t know what I would do with out my cattle. People say that a dog is mans best friend, well my cattle are my best friends.

Why do people show cattle? Do they do it for the money, glory, bragging rights, or for the 98-cent ribbon? Yes all of those are true and are really nice, but is this why we really show?  My cattle are my best friends and my family. They are my job and responsibility to take care of. I take care of my cattle more than I take care of myself. When I have a bad day I walk out to the barn and just set. Eventually, Paisley will walk up to me and give me this look. A look of everything will be all right, I promise. My cattle and I have this special communication.

The girls we took to the show. Far left is Babe and far right is Paisley

The girls we took to the show. Far left is Babe and far right is Paisley

On show day, yes the ribbons and awards are nice, but this is a day to display all of your hard work with your calf. The thrill of being covered from head to two in black paint because you want you calf to look its best. In the ring, the slobbers your calf gets all over you don’t matter, because you know they are love slobbers. At the end of the day, no matter how you did, you know your hard work paid off but you have to continue to work hard.

I don’t go out and spend a pretty penny on my calves, and I don’t always win at the shows, but to me that doesn’t matter. What does matter to me was that I got to show off my hard work of my cattle. I get so attached to my cattle that it is hard to let go sometimes, but I remind myself that there will be a new one next year that I can spoil. Cattle are my love, my life, and my passion; I couldn’t live without them.