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My inlaws had a huge pen and when the wind would change directions and blow toward their house...ooooo we, the smell.<<<

That is the problem, a large pen with too many hogs.

We had several pens, the pallets were free and we watched the dump for other building supplies, so kept building pens....

LOL, not a surprise, Bill didn’t like my projects.

A pallet will make a fine pen for goats , day old calves and hogs.

Another trick that many may not know, is that there is often free grain to be had at the loading/un-loading side track for the trains.

I was working at the local coffee shop/waitress, during the time they were building I-8 freeway.

The head man of the Asphalt group, had a fun/ornery streak in him and he got me involved in a range war.

Early in the morning, the ranchers were there for coffee, when Vern discovered that I was making payments on a registered Nubian Buck to join Lucy and Misty, he decided that the ranchers should donate to the fund.

Every morning, he would hit the ranchers up for a donation to King Louie’s price.

Not what cattle men want to do.

One day he arrived with a load of barley, and made sure that the ranchers knew what was in his pickup.

The train siding that his supplies came too, was unloading it for the cattle ranchers.....LOL.

So the ranchers had to help me feed my animals too...

It was considered legal then to scoop up what was left on the ground, when the train cars moved and we gathered it for years.

We laughed for years, as the time went by, some of the ranchers had a goat or two and would phone the house, ask for Bill and want to breed their does.

Bill had a standard answer: “King Louie is her goat, I do not make appointments for him”....

[He would have, been glad to make the appointment, if he felt so inclined, or it was some one worth helping, like Grandpa Brimhall, but that is a story for a later date]......

King Louie’s daughters took best of the fair, at the Yuma fair the year they were entered, the trophy was taller than the goat.