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Guinea crisis II
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Guinea crisis II

I moved the pigs in another direction, after a long and laborious session cutting out alders and buckthorn. Then, of course, a pig slips out, right by the nest! The pig fence is about four feet from where she decided to brood.I kept the other pig in, but the free pig, not caring about togetherness for the moment, started romping around the field, and ran right over the nest.

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Picky picky piglets
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Picky picky piglets

These pigs are here in prime harvest time to be plied with as much as they can eat in windfall apples and surplus veggies. All vegetables pigs past have quite enjoyed, mind you. And these two turn out to be picky eaters?I look at them. You're pigs. How can you be picky? That's against your definition. They look down their snouts. We'll have the peaches, s'il vous plait.

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Almost bacon
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Almost bacon

They seem so big! All jowlly and robust. They never outgrew a good sprint, and they love the daily wallow - I pour a bucket of water over them every afternoon, and they'll leave behind food at the sound of me pouring out some water - they run to me and flop down in the puddle. But what's this in the background? Oh, just the resident chickens.

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Growing piglets and oinker games
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Growing piglets and oinker games

In which I tell tales on H.W.They love a good sprint. They celebrate the coming of food by an exuberant oinking lap around their enclosure, usually with a figure eight through and around their house. They're very athletic pigs. Seeing how much they love to run makes me sad about all the pigs that are confined in quarters barely

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Piglets First Wallow
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Piglets First Wallow

I dumped the pigs' muddy water out into a handy trench they´d dug right by their house. I am so grateful that they have not yet learned how joyous it is to dump their water out themselves, at which point we have to take measures to prevent them from doing it. So far they´ve been very restrained and let us do it for them.Each pig took a jubilant flop into the mud, one side, the other, and then Hey it´s my turn, the other pig.They didn´t linger. They came up evenly coated with mud, glistening except for one dry strip down the middle of the back, indistinguishable from the other. No socks, no blazes. Just mud.

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