Packing a passel of pigs
Let's just cut to the chase. I got lost. Going over a huge mountain. There was no cell service, I couldn't find the address on my GPS, and after stopping and asking four different people, I finally found someone who knew the farmers. The pigs fell off the garden tractor, and the puppy now wants to live in the shed. With the 'cool' kids. Um. I mean pigs.
Phew. There. Oh, I did NOT find a good place for coffee. Luckily for me, my passenger had made sure we were well supplied before we left her house. Best coffee for a road trip? Jennifer's house.
And, in case I forget, we had a BLAST!!! I love adventures!
When I finally found the farm, I walked into the barn and my jaw just about hit the floor - it was so clean, you almost eat off the floor! Along one side of the barn were clean, deeply bedded 10x10 pens, with happy, contented pigs.
the 'farm tractor'
The breeders are super nice folks, a young couple. After an informative conversation, we loaded up our piggies and hit the road.
If you've never ridden in a closed vehicle with a passel of pigs, you don't know what stinky is! "You must really love me!" I said to Jennifer.
Coming home, mom helped me load our crate into the garden tractor wagon. It promptly slid off the wagon on the way up the hill. Poor mom! She tried to hold it on the wagon, but they were just too heavy. A little bit of team work and they were back on the wagon.
We finally got them up to the shed. Enjoy the pictures! The little pigs, three little girls (sows), immediately began exploring, eating hay and rooting through the deep bedding. Tonight I turned on the heat lamp, gave them a nice dinner of whole grains and some kitchen scraps. Tomorrow, I'll head over to our local dairy farmer for some milk.
Milk? That's another post. Of course they won't be eating traditional pig food, their diet will get a Rosalyn-style makeover - stay tuned for Pig Nutrition 101: the next blog post, and a field trip to our local cheese maker!