Happy Harvest Blog
Gotcha, pigs!
The night was stormy, a mini-blizzard. In the dead dark and strong wind, we went outside and wrestled the fence into place and plugged it in, then extracted the so-very-successful two-strand, in a big snarl, naturally. The pigs were willfully asleep. There was shouting, yet they refused to wake up. It was cold outside, they weren't budging from the hay nest for nothing.
Man vs Piglets, day 1
HW got home before me. At work, I got a text: Zero pigs.Okay, now they're officially both at large. Awesome.
The unexpected piglets
HW set her down inside the fence, and we both looked up to see Piglet 1 blithely trotting through the two-strand electric fence (yes, hot) like it wasn't there.
Pigs loooove cucumbers.
I heard some steady oinking approaching me from across the pig yard. Oh, great, I thought. Rudy came oinking up to me, but instead of taking full advantage of my crouched position, he came up face to face with me, still chewing a bit of cuke.
Pig smiles
The pigs are growing slowly but steadily. They are thick and strong enough now to be a little scary, and I don't go in their pen anymore. If I do I get enthusiastically leaned on and greeted with a vigorous head rub, which I'm afraid any day now will knock me over.
Little piggy rototillers
The pigs are growing. Petunia is a dedicated rooter, who is methodically expanding her plowed field. It’s getting kind of impressive.Rudy just follows her around, re-inspecting the ground she’s turned.
Let the pig slathering begin.
Therefore, we moved the pig palace closer into the tree line for more shade, and set out to slather the pigs in (wondrous, all-purpose) Bag Balm (ears), and aloe vera gel (body).Critically, we forgot our ear protection, despite talking about it ahead of time. HW seized a pig and held it down, while I slathered as fast as I could. Rudy was first, screaming blue murder. Unhand me! The outrage! I demand of you to release me! How dare you!
Pigs! Arrival
His exact words as he handed me a piglet were "Here's the tame one". He carried the other. My piglet immediately commenced thrashing and screaming bloody murder and fighting for its little pig life to not be carried. Put me down! I insist!
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I may not make a blog post every day, but at least I Insta.
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