Happy Harvest Blog
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
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.
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.
It's Apple Time!
The apples are coming! One of the big, old, stately ancient apple trees by the old farmhouse is loaded with fruit, weighing the branches down to the ground. I picked up about 5 gallons of apples just off the ground, lobbing many of them directly into the pig compound. Oink, oink. Happy pigs.
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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