The Bad Bad Pigs

All summer long I have been working on my pasture. I have been raking. I have been mowing and I have been seeding the bald spots. All to achieve a smooth green expanse for my animals to graze on. I love to see them enjoying the fruits of my labor. It also saves on food for the llamas.
But the pigs have taken this a little too far. They too have been using the pasture all summer. Freed from their pen in the mornings they have frolicked (yes pigs frolic) and grazed and occasionally rooted up a dandelion here and there. But no major damage.....until yesterday. I let them out in the morning and a few hours later went to put them back. I was greeted by Fiona with a snout full of dirt. I said, " Hi Fiona, what have you been up to today?" Then I looked up and saw all the damage.

Bad pigs!

And this picture was taken after I filled it in. There are several more places just like this.

They had rooted up my pasture. And not along the sides but right down the middle. Big deep holes. I can only guess they were searching for worms that had crawled to the surface as the soil became moist in the rain. Bad pigs!

Bad Bad pigs!

They have now been sent back to the pen, as in penitentiary. They will only be out under my supervision. We are going to get some panels and make a pen that we can move around and control their rototilling.

They are getting their hair back and feel soft as a kiwi. I liken it to a little boy with a crewcut. You can't help but run your hand over it.....I try to ask first......the little boys that is.

By the way if you haven't noticed, I, at times, make reference to one of my favorite books, The Good Good Pig by Sy Montgomery. If you haven't read it you must.

Even if you don't like pigs.

Yesterday I didn't like pigs.