The Pig Borg

Pigs are very social animals. They like to be with each other and they like to be with humans. There is nothing sadder than a lone pig in a pasture (or a barn). 

The husband and I were out weeding the potato patch the other night when the pigs found us. All six of them came rustling through the tall grass—we couldn't see them, but we saw the grass moving—and greeted us with a lot of grunting. This is pretty typical for our pigs. If they know we are out working in the garden, they will come and hang out by us. 

Can you find the pig?

The husband refers to this group as the "pig Borg" because they travel as a unit. (If you don't know what the Borg is/are, Google it; it's a Star Trek reference.) At night, they sleep all piled on top of each other. 

I made significant progress in the strawberry bed yesterday afternoon. Once the pigs discovered I was out there, they applied themselves to digging a hole to China on their side of the fence:

This little guy was being particularly industrious:

(That wire is the electric fence. We still hear occasional squeals when someone forgets the wire is there.)

People will often put pigs in an area where they want the soil dug up for later farming because they are such efficient plowers. 


Things are coming along in the garden. The potatoes look good. The husband put up the trellises for the peas last night because they are already about 6" high. I need to start cutting rhubarb. So far, the cabbages have been safe from marauding ground squirrels. Let's hope it stays that way. 

One of the hens laid a freakishly large egg yesterday:

That makes my pelvis hurt, especially when you consider that the normal-sized eggs are not small. I am sure it has a double yolk. 

I delivered the Ritzville quilt to Margaret Sunday at church. She'll get started on it soon. I am glad to have that crossed off my to-do list. I am free to sew what I want to now, which is probably going to be canvas grocery bags for a while. I might mess around with some other bag patterns, too, but as soon as the ballistic nylon arrives from Seattle Fabrics, I need to get started on a cover for the controls on our boom truck. This will be my first project with flat-felled seams. I even have a special felling foot for the industrial. We shall see what happens. 

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