Happy Harvest Blog
Three little pigs
As usual, the new piglets are super shy. She threw me over her shoulder, and I won't forget. I peed on him, hee hee. They snort and dash away to the farthest part of their yard when you even get close. This is kind of a nice stage when you can stay clean going in to feed them. In a month or two they'll be nosing my pant legs and jostling me at the trough. They've been working, though. They were here for minutes before they had their faces in the dirt, and dug up an impressive swath of it in their first hour.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Instagram.
I may not make a blog post every day, but at least I Insta.
Bite size.
