Feeding the pig. It’s a dirty job, but somebody’s gotta do it! Thanks for the photo, hubby. You truly know how to catch my feminine side. And yes, those are your coveralls I’m wearing.
This is how I feed the pig…
Every morning, I slop through the muddy yard with a bucket of scraps and carry it to the pig pen. She sees me coming, runs to the gate, and goes crazy trying to tear the chain link apart. I’m sure neighbors for miles around can hear her piercing squeals.
I remove all of the boards holding the door closed; as the last piece of wood is removed she comes busting through, and straight at my legs, nudging me with her strong snout, covering me with mud. I brace myself as to not be plowed over.
I maneuver around her and into her pen, trying to keep her nose out of the bucket until I’m able to pour it into her bowl. As the food begins pouring out, she immediately dives in to devour the goodies. The remainder of the food from the bucket ends up falling on her head since she won’t get out of the way. I laugh and pet her back while she contentedly munches away.
Then I close the gate behind me so that none of the other animals will get in there and eat her food. I know she’s only in the pen because she wants to be. As soon as she’s done eating she finds a way out and I see her running around the yard a little while later, grazing with the goat.
I go back inside and peel off the muddy clothes. Yes, it’s a dirty job!
What the heck and I gonna do when she’s 200 lbs? Something’s gotta give!