pig races

It seems wrong, somehow, how much I loved the pig races. . . It was something about the late afternoon sunlight, perhaps, but the whole thing felt slightly unreal and oddly magical. And then it was over in a flash. Amazing. I’m seriously thinking about going back to Ottawa Farms just to watch another pig race!

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3 responses to “pig races

  1. Who knew pigs could be so cute!

  2. yaotta see the birds run, specially when they smell the oil start boilin. Corse we like bacon too. Ever try rumaki? Yum. Remember, no cryn’ just fryn’.

    The Colonel

  3. Pingback: Sunshine and strawberries | Fletcher & Lola

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