It is official. We live on a farm. Today, pigs joined the menagerie. I'm honestly not sure who was more excited, Brian or Olivia. Either way, they were counting down the days until today arrived, and as a family we would discuss potential names for the little fellas. The top two names were Wilbur and Pork Chop. (I'd like to add how much I love that it was Liv's idea to name one "Pork Chop." That girl cracks me up.)
It was a beautiful and very mild January day (high in the low 60's) so the kids and I took advantage of the weather and played outside until Brian came home. (Liv was disappointed she couldn't go so she was determined to be outside when he returned so she wouldn't miss ANYTHING.)
So, until he returned we:
Hung out with the turkeys at the front of the house.
Joe was harassed by Berry the turkey while we let the rabbits out to frolic.
And Liv taught Joe how to jump (or stomp, in his case) in mud puddles. Whee!
Finally ... Papa and the pigs came. I helped him get the crate out of the back of the car and we brought them into their pen, opened up the crate and waited. And waited. They grunted, they did not look pleased. We tempted them with some peaches and Wilbur, then Pork Chop ventured out into their yard. We hung out for a little while before heading in to have some lunch and let them get accustomed to their new home. So far, so good.
Until... Brian got back from returning the crate and running some errands. One pig had escaped and when he opened the fence, the other barreled out. Let me say this: these little porkers are surprisingly fast. We were finally able to herd them back into their pen, but it wasn't easy. Here's hoping it doesn't happen again.
One thing is for sure, life is going to be much more interesting around here. Stay tuned!
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