Let sleeping pigs….
….make friends with the chickens….
….show off their bums….
….and look ridiculously cute because when the pigs wake up, they root around the yard, turn over every stone (literally, like in a rocked wall garden), and generally tear everything up.
So. An effort was made to block their escape path, which is the new larger pipe in the culvert.
(A very dry creek, by the way.) Of course, they employed their young goat friend, Hickory, to show them how to push up the wire to get back into the pipe.
And they’re out again, to the other side!
There’s a pool of water in the creek on this side.
To be clear, it’s not as if they don’t have water. I’ve deliberately allowed them to create a puddle in the barn yard and I run water into it from the hose at the barn twice a day to give them a bathing puddle. Plus they have water pans and buckets of water around the barn yard. But, they want to be here.
And I have to admit, it’s really hard to deny them because they’re so ridiculously cute.
I also have to admit that I really like these pigs. These are the first pigs I’ve ever had that I genuinely liked and enjoyed and have let free range around the barn. They’ve become very pet-like, and these are the first pigs I can foresee being truly difficult to see go to the butcher.
We never should’ve become friends.