The Hubby Dearest, Baby Q and I have had quite the eventful weekend.  We began our adventure at 4 pm Friday night when we decided it was about time to construct the pig pen since we were getting them Saturday morning (in less than 18 hours). We thought it would be ready in an hour, a piece of cake, walk in the park. Oh how foolish we were.
We ran down the road to the barn to pick up the hog panels and tools to only realise that the panels were too long for our pick up. No problem, we called my parents to let us borrow the utility trailer and wouldn’t you know it, the panels were too long for that too. So Hubby Dearest ran to the neighbor and returned to the barn with a man in a heavy duty pick up hauling a 12 ft trailer! My husband is a miracle worker but the fun didn’t stop there.
The sun had set as they loaded up the panels into the trailer and drove to our farm. Upon arrival they realised that all the panels had bounced out of the trailer onto the road at some point during the mile and a half journey.  Meanwhile down at the barn, my loving father was scrambling to get the panels out of the road as an oncoming car headed his way – the panels didn’t even make it 50 ft from the barn driveway! The crew of men reloaded the panels delivered them safely to Melville Farms and we began to construct our pig pen at o’dark’thirty, but the fun didn’t stop there.

The next morning sweet Baby Q woke up with pink eye- goop so thick she couldn’t open her eyeballs and when she did green goo leaked out. She needed the doc. So Hubby headed out to pick up the pigs brought them home and put them in their paneled hog heaven.  They were a little younger and smaller than we anticipated so we thought it might be a good idea to put up some chicken wire along the panels with larger gaps. I left to pick up meds for Baby Q and a few more zip ties to secure the chicken wire and Hubby calls to say that our golden retriever is playing with our pigs in the front yard -apparently having the time of his life.  Hubby Dearest ushered them easily back inside their pen, but the fun didn’t stop there.
Obviously the extra chicken wire hadn’t done the trick so we secured all the fencing we had to the pen, left to the barn to pick up more substantial fencing and upon our return – pigs were gone. We searched until after dark with no sign of them and called in my parents as reinforcements for an early morning search.  Hours later, after searching over acres of timber, brush and brambles with no sign of pigs we broke up the search party, but the fun didn’t stop there.
My sweet mother went to a neighbor’s house to ask them to keep an eye open for our escapees.  She called me to let me what houses she went to and then she started screaming that she saw the pigs walking down the double yellow centerline! I grabbed baby Q, yelled for Hubby as I put on some boots and went running down my driveway onto the road. By the time I got there they were trotting down a gravel road behind our house headed for the hills with my mom trying to call to them. As a last ditch effort I started calling to them, “a pig pig pig suuuueeeeeee” and I kid you not they stopped, turned around,  and started coming back to me!  Meanwhile Hubby had run all the way around our field, into our neighbors field, dove through a fence to cut them off and when he popped out onto the road the pigs had already headed towards me – the pig whisperer. Next thing we know they had walked back into their pen as docile as could be.

After days of pig adventures we have three little piggies snuggled into their hay. Hopefully they will take pity on us and stay in their pen. The day is not over, but I’ve had enough fun to last me a while.