I think the couple who live behind us would like to be homesteaders. Their property is not big enough for a huge amount of livestock though they have attempted and add to the variety of animals which feature turkeys, chickens, roosters, pigs and dogs. This morning I was woken up by the barnyard sounds (though there is no barn) ones that I couldn’t even identify. I have since decided that it was the grunting sounds of the piglets that woke me up.
It was quite an eventful morning. Roland had purchased 180 pounds of sand to
plug up the hole where the water leaks into our yard – though I don’t recall
having seen it this year. The last time
we saw rain was June 29 – though I don’t count it as such because it was less
than a hundredth of an inch. We may see
heavy rainfall perhaps even snow come October or November. Though we had purchased the sand last night the labor had to wait until this morning as it was too hot to work last night.
So he hoisted the sand uphill, filled
the hole and had Jenna whitewash the fence.
Just before he made his way downhill he and Jenna noticed that three
piglets had escaped our neighbors yard as they were wandering in ours. Okay, I can see how possibly the baby black
one could have squeezed through the fence, but the other two? All three of them ran downhill and decided to
graze under our new front deck.
We’ve had livestock in our yard
before. Hens and turkeys mostly. I think today was the first for mammels other
than the dog who doesn’t even live there anymore. Jenna and I were each able to
get a few pictures of the pigs as we chased them around – though not
intentionally. I never knew that pigs
could move so fast nor run uphill. But
they can. Piglets are quick as human
children.
I used some dry grass to entice to
return to the back. Only the spotted one
was brave enough to come toward me – though I did eventually get the back one
by his side. The brown one seemed the
most frightened and was too quick for me to capture him next to the shed or the
car.
We finally got the attention of our
neighbors and they sent their oldest son to ride his bike to our house. He climbed to the top of the hill where the
pigs had miraculously gathered by the time he came. His mom handed him a board to prop against
the pigs so that they would be penned in the corner. She then climbed over the fence and lifted
the noisy things up and over the fence.
It was then I decided it was their squeals that had woken me up.
I don’t guess the stairs would have worked like the one they cast over for the chickens.
We don’t complain about the sounds or the
refuge they somehow seem to get when exploring our yard. I would rather deal with the noise and
escapers than criminal activities with those who sell drugs, human trafficking,
and of that nature. I would rather hear
the animals than deal with the human stupidity.
They seem like good neighbors. I
just think they should have more space than what they have.
Well, that’s my Sunday morning thus
far. It’s been interesting.
