Rog and I are taking care of Sara's pigs while she is off visiting friends for a few days. On Sunday, between rainshowers, we went for a walk in the woods and paid the pigs a visit. They blissfully appreciated being petted and scratched, then they started crazily racing around the woods, barking and crashing through the brush. It is a bit unnerving to have two 300-lb. pigs barreling straight toward you at breakneck speed with only a little 2-wire fence between you and them. But the pigs have the utmost respect for the wire fence and screeched to a stop before touching it.
The pigs have industriously working, rooting and tilling the ground. This area of upturned earth was thick underbrush a couple weeks ago.
The pigs have very expressive tails. They can straighten or curl them at will, and when especially happy, they wag them in a twirling motion!