Four pigs—much larger than we had anticipated—bought on a whim from the heart of Amish country. My husband picked them up, passing buggies and horses along the way, and carefully loaded up the piglets, standing the appropriate distance away from the husband-and-wife team who had bred them and leaving his money in an envelope for them to pick up later.After the pigs, came the steers—whom, I admit, made a picturesque scene grazing in the pasture—and then eight new baby chicks for egg-laying, followed by 30 chicks raised for the freezer.