So we were looking out the window at the pasture where the pigs have just been moved. We couldn’t see single animal! This was the first day that the pigs had been out of their pen and onto fresh grass. We suspected that they may have broken through the electric fence and were well on their way to Rt. 518 and we were going to have some explaining to do. Something along the lines of “gee, I’m sorry these pigs rooted up the town of Hopewell, Lieutenant Maloney, but they outsmarted the electric fence in every sense of the word.”
Upon closer inspection we could just make out some shapes…
What happened? What were they doing? Were they ok? As we got closer it looked a little dicey…
They were sleeping like a group of drunken sailors on the Saturday of a Friday night leave! Finally they started to rouse and move about.
I guess it’s just so exhausting roaming on the field. Or maybe it’s just so awesome being on the fresh, soft grass at the end of the day.
Jon decided to give it a try.
Very pleasant indeed.
We just got our Maremma dog to guard the chickens. Her name is Bea and she is gorgeous! Pictures of chickens on pasture and Bea the dog to follow…after a bit of training.
