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!
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.
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.
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.
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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Bite size.
