Rescuing Penelope Junior

 

         Roland enjoys watching educational programming mostly to get ideas on how he might do things.  One of the programs he watches is Homestead Rescue.  We recently watched an episode called Under Siege (here) in which the Raneys go to Montana to help a couple that seem quite resistant (I personally would have just told them to forget it – but Raneys apparently have more compassion than I do).  The couple say they want free range pigs.  However their pigs have torn up the property in the process and the piglets don’t survive. 

I was reminded of that show this morning when one of the younger pigs escaped into our yard again.  This time it was just the spotted one who did not have his companions with him (I’m guessing he’s a teenager who doesn’t do well with restrictions).  The pig is not our responsibility, but at the same time Jenna believes it is her calling to make certain the pig at least stays in our yard – which he did not today.  We called, texted, left messages and Jenna followed the pig from yard to yard until it decided to turn back and head toward ours.

Meanwhile the owners got the message and sent their oldest son into our side of the yard.  Poor kid.  He was still in his pajamas.  Jenna took a huge amount of pictures and laughed as she watched the son chase the pigs and feeling frustration.  Neither Jenna nor Karl were wearing the proper shoes for climbing hills or pig chasing.  Karl’s dad assured us that the pig would be easy to catch.  I think that is why Jenna was laughing so hard.  We don’t know the pig’s name but have dubbed it Penelope Jr. as it looks much like its mom. (Jenna does know the names of the four adult pigs but none of the three teenagers or the three baby piglets who look like they'd have an easier time escaping)

Crawling through the fence from their yard to ours is evidently not a challenge, but returning is as it is uphill and the bricks are in the way and have not been completely knocked out but could be soon.  Jenna took a picture of the pig finally being caught – scooped up in a net.  

Hilarious . . . but not.