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.
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!
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I may not make a blog post every day, but at least I Insta.
Bite size.