It was 80 degrees today. Note that it's St. Patrick's day in Minnesota. March....80 degrees. crazy.
Crazy, yet wonderful. There's no complaining here.
We've been out trying to enjoy as much of it as possible too. Last weekend, Gusty found "treasure" out behind the barn.
It looks like she's wearing a sad face, not so. Contemplation about the reasons for the demise of the creature is probably a more accurate description.
Anyway, we took home the skull, set it in a cup on the counter, gagged up a lung when a worm came out of the brain cavity and ultimately decided a zip lock bag would probably be a good idea.
Pig-pig is getting bigger right before my eyes.
He really is a trip. Last week, I'm embarassed to report that we "misplaced" pig-pig for a little bit.
When we're in the yard, we let him run the yard. He doesn't wander and I figured the running is good for him. Besides, it keeps the chickens on their toes. Anyway, I headed to the barn and told Dane and Gusty to keep an eye on the pig. Evidentally, they didn't hear me or misunderstood.
Either way, 20 minutes later after a quick go of "who's watching the baby" and a full walking tour of all the buildings and the bush, we found pig=pig...
Yep, that's him, playing in the paddock with the big cows. Brown cow thought he was kinda neat and must have played with him the whole time. Black cow, on the other hand, found him incredibly annoying and I'm pretty sure I heard him say "hey kid, your mom's calling" right before he gave him a loft and toss about 3 or 4 feet.
Eep.
I suppose I should have charged in and scooped up squeeler instead of snapping photos. I thought about it, but frankly, I wasn't about to get squished for a 40.00 piglet. Black cow was aggitated, teetering on pissed (it was interupting dinner, after all) and had already done several bucking bronco kicks that prompted me to tell the children to brace themselves....this could end badly.
All's well and no one was injured (thank goodness). The little toss was heard, loud and clear; pig-pig made a straight line for me and the open barn door. Time for bed. G'night everyone.
The week wouldn't be complete without an egg hunt. Black girl is still trying out for the Easter bunny. I found her THIRD hidden nest this week.
I can't say that I blame her, they are beautiful, I'd probably hide them too.
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