This little piggie went to market.
This little piggie stayed home.
This little piggie had roast beef.
This little piggie had none.
And this little piggie cried wee, wee, wee all the way home.
My mom loved to chant this rhyme while tweaking little babies toes and now I find myself doing the same. I also thought of it when I perused this week's 102 photos. Quite a few of the shots are of our piggies.
They are doing well and eating a lot. So much in fact that we bought a ton of organic pig grower this week.
We discovered our skid steer couldn't lift high enough to hang the bag the way it was designed to be used, so we improvised and cut a hole in the pallet so that the finely milled grains could flow.
We are still amazed at how fast these pigs are growing. Two of them have gentled real well and luckily one is Rosie, the gilt we are keeping.
They love wandering around the place, but Shadow isn't too sure they should be. "Are you sure this is okay, mom?" her eyes seem to ask.
Actually, she is getting along really well with them now and they seem to not mind her sudden bursts of energy, as they have the same bursts. At least the 3 smaller ones do. While the big one lays around more, the little ones are still my 'piggly wigglys'. It's pretty silly, but that's what I call them and they follow. Of course, sometimes they follow the donkeys or the cows or even Shadow. They seem to lack a leader.
But they seem to not mind and are doing quite well, thank you very much. As are the cows. Laying down to chew their cuds early in the day. The grass is getting better.
I had a few days this week where I was the little piggie when some business conversations went a little sideways. Where I was the customer and treated very, very poorly. But then all I had to do is look outside and see this and the world was made right again.
I am so thankful for the beauty in creation and the Creator who made it.