Happy Harvest Blog
Pig Innovations
What’s going on here?
Is that what I think it is?
Yep.
Pigs….
All of them are different!
This is the first one who’s ever thought that …
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!
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.
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
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.
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.
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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