Not many people come to my door. When they do, they are either 1) expected; 2) delivering a package and really wondering if they will find the place; or 3) lost. With my guinea hen alarm system and no doorbell in sight, a loud shout and bang on the door will usually get me to answer. It’s like that around here – that’s why most folks call before coming to our door to find not a soul at home.
Yesterday, I found our young neighbor Tom at my door. He told me he had something for me, something I have been thinking about getting but hadn't gotten to purchasing yet.
Tom works at the local livestock auction and he has been watching out for me but this year, for some reason, piglets have been in short supply. He jumped on the chance Tuesday to grab these (literally) for me. He sure is quick at reaching in, grabbing a leg and depositing a cute little piglet into our pig palace.
This morning they escaped and I still haven't gotten them in. It seems that one woman and two dogs can't gather three piglets. I'll have to call in reinforcements tonight and hope we can contain them.
We haven't named them yet. Right now they are 65, 66, and 67 and they are all females. Any ideas? And yes, they will be someone's dinner.