Last week we were hit by three blizzards in six days. I hunkered down in the house and used the time to sort through last year’s photos. I came across this video that I had forgotten. It made me chuckle to watch springtime piglets having so much fun amongst the trees, and I thought I would share it with you.
While I can find plenty to do during snowbound days, pigs are prone to boredom. Such was the case during Tuesday’s nor’easter when our boar managed to wrangle open the interior door of his pen and went in search of entertainment.
After I had climbed through the barricade of hay bales strewn across the doorway, I could see that while it had been storming outdoors, there had been a storm of a different kind indoors. The cold air turned a tad bluer, as I muttered words only fit for the barn. I found mangled feed bins and chewed up tools. Fencing wire had been sculptured into a tangled pile, heat lamps broken and pitch forks flung into the far corners of the building. I can only imagine the pandemonium that must have ensued as panic-stricken hens were scattered by a 700lb pig on the rampage.
As is often the case after the event, the accused was innocently standing in his pen, the door wide open. With a sheepish look on his face, he seemed to be laying the blame firmly on the heads of his feathered companions. I dished out his supper and, after a day of snow shoveling and icy water troughs, I started to straighten the mess.
As I picked up the brooms, I couldn’t help questioning our choice of a homesteading lifestyle. Right now, that romantic image of living ‘the good life’, had taken on a tarnished look. “Oh well,” I thought, “there’s one good thing about winter. It won’t be long ’til spring.”
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