Happy Harvest Blog
The least eventful arrival of piglets event, ever.
It was kind of a long car ride, but they were almost worryingly quiet, and hardly stinky either. We’re home! Yeah, yeah. Not excited. I wheelbarrowed their kennel over to the new home, and they rode that journey like champs, sitting up, their sniffers working overtime. Just as fast as they could, smelling everything about the new environment. The wet, sprouting field, the damp forest. Me. SNIFFSNIFFSNIFFSNIFFSNIFF!
Ready for piglets
The piglet yard is all set up and ready to go. Right by the house, so I can keep an eye on them. This is from the porch. I’ve never put the pigs this close. They come tomorrow. I am overwhelmed with my own cleverness here, designing this for a water trough they can’t flip over. That means I’ll probably be lucky to get two weeks before they conquer it. It’s always unwise to think you’ve outsmarted a pig.
pasture pigs
The wild birds are well fed. They've been cleaning out my crop of sunflowers. From full to this, all in four days. I grew them for them, but I hoped to ration them out a little better, and for my chickens to get some. Makes me want to grow a field of them, but then the ravens will come and really clean them out. The pigs are moved again, now in the "pasture", which is much easier to move the fence through. Of course, they are hiding.
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I may not make a blog post every day, but at least I Insta.
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