Slice of Life Day 17
We live in a fairly rural community with fields of paddy and corn (maize) growing around us, as well as many vegetables. Quite a few families grow their own vegetables and any surplus is sold in the local market stalls. A lot of people produce their own meat, in particular chickens, goats and pigs.
Hens dot the roadside with their little tribes of chicks twittering behind them, goats munch the wayside grass or scuttle across the road with their kids prancing up and down the ditches. Pigs are confined though, in a small pen. They are bought as squealing little black piglets carried home from the market in a sack (our neighbour’s escaped once and it took about half a dozen little boys and a lot of shouting, laughter and headlong plunges, before he was finally trapped and recaptured).
Then he just has to eat… and eat… and eat….. His owner will go around to collect scraps from other households and he grows bigger and bigger and more and more sluggish until….
… it’s his turn to go to market.