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Remember the pink bench that we put out in the pig pasture (a.k.a. the goat pasture–a.k.a. the swamp)…so that we could sit and watch the pigs?…..

…..It has already come in handy…..

*****Sound the Alarms!*****

*****The Pigs Got Out!*****

*****It’s A Pig Stampede!*****

Well…really what happened…was my older daughter hadn’t locked the chain around Beau’s and Ginger’s gate…and they pushed it open…and walked out…..

And then they quietly grazed for the afternoon on the outside of their pen…until my younger daughter spotted them meandering around…..

…..(there really wasn’t a torrent of galloping pigs and swirling dust and thundering cloven hooves~~But for dramatic purposes~~it does sound better in the re-telling…doesn’t it?)…..

So back to the theatrics………….

Beau and Clover were out for hours…unattended…unobserved…and with no custodial care…..

The Shenanigans they could’ve gotten up to…it Boggles the mind…..

Okay…okay…I’ll stop with the drama…..

They probably ranged less than fifty feet from their pen…they really aren’t renegade explorers…..

They are totally docile and unadventurous…..

Now…Mama Pig (our feral sow)…..

She’s another story…..

But the KuneKune pigs…they have no whirlwind tendencies…they have no outrageous desire to hike and explore…..

They just planted themselves in the middle of the greenery and ate…for hours…unobserved…..

I think the biggest worry should have been that I didn’t know they were out of their pen and right by the gate that we recently re-hung…..

…..and the hounds were directly on the other side of that same gate…and I wouldn’t have known if anything went “awry”…..

…..and by “awry” I mean a horrific bloody hound versus pig encounter…..

Sooooo…I’m counting my blessings…..

And I’m Real Grateful that the fixed and re-hung gate actually worked and kept everyone apart that needed to be kept apart…..

I got to spend some quality time with the Kune’s…..

Clover got her belly rubs…..

…..and Beau got to snurffle me and slobber on my shoes…..

Beau was willing to follow me back into their pen…..

But Clover was having none of it…..

She was Not going to leave her newly found grazing domain without some sort of culinary reward as an incentive…..

I’d previously found that you CAN NOT push a pig…..

They are low to the ground…and can easily imitate cement blocks…..

They go where they want to…when they want to…and not a second before…..

So Clover and I patiently waited for my older daughter to come back home and tempt them both back into their pen with their nighttime meal…..

They are totally food motivated…..

…..(shhhhh…I resemble that remark too)…..