The tire was nicely placed to rest his wee headie and serve as a wind break.
I am training the pigs to come when they are called (eventually, with supervision and an electric fence, they will be allowed out into a field) so I closed some gates and let them out into the barn, repeatedly calling them back to their own pen for a treat. So they could practice coming back IN. They came every time. Though evidently an onion is not a treat! They ran round and round like the hellions they are and every now and then would throw themselves into the straw for a roll about. Then as though by secret command, they would both freeze, listen intently to some inner whisper, then off they would go again. A pig at full gallop is impressive. How they don’t trip in those heels I have no idea!
Oh, and I asked the breeder about those ears and he clips the ears in place of tags. So each clip in their ear makes up some kind of code about age, breed and lineage, stuff like that. If pigs don’t have enough to do they will chew on each other so I can see a bright handy tag in an ear being a liability.
Almost time to buy some rum! Strawberry Daiquiri time is approaching!
Good morning. The days are moving along fast and the weeds are growing even faster. I pick three buckets of weeds a day for the hen house chickens and two buckets a day for the pigs so I guess it is time to get out there and start harvesting breakfast!
Have a lovely day.