I got my pork back from the butcher this past Saturday. By the time the day was done I was worn out. We had met with all our customers and then raced home with our own pork. I had borrowed a neighbors trailer to go buy a new boar the day before and had promised to have it back that evening, so while my partner put our hog away in the freezer I took the trailer home. I gave my neighbor a pound of the fresh sausage and reminded him, "if it's good, tell everybody! If it ain't any good, tell me." I hurried back home to feed the mules and turn them out, before running up my hill, in the dark to feed and make sure the sows water tanks were full. Feeding the sows was actually a nice conclusion to the day. Yes, I was feeding in the dark which I normally don't do. I prefer to have all evening chores done before supper so I can relax after eating. But, with the so called "super moon" shining, it was bright enough that I didn't need my head light. I was able to tell the sows apart in the moon light and I patted each one while I poured out the corn. Coming back down the road to the house, I paused long enough to watch a meteor streak across the sky; horizon to horizon it burned bright white then seeming to slow, it became a brilliant red and it's course became more erratic and it entered the atmosphere like a falling leaf and then ultimately winked out. I was too tired to make a wish but I had to smile at the beauty of the night. The meteor, the bright moon, the cool crisp air telling me colder days are coming, the owls hooting from behind the barn and the cows, some shuffling around while others chewed their cuds while they watched me crossing the field. In the rush to get done for the evening, I forgot to lay me out any meat to thaw for breakfast, and the next few days were just about as rushed. So, this morning, I got up, raked the coals up in the wood stove and got my morning fire woke up, set my skillet on to warm while I sliced some sausage and throwed my breakfast together. I didn't have time to make biscuits but I've recently taken up baking my own bread, so in this case I think having toast from home made bread was okay. So far, I'm pleased with my first taste of Red Wattle. We'll know more after some schnitzel or a pork roast but I can't fault the sausage. I'm already looking forward to next years pigs and I know I can do a little better next year!