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Way "up nawth" in northern NH, where the snowdrifts are big enough to have their own zip codes, life on the farm comes with equal parts work, wonder, and comic relief. I’m Sandy Davis—farmer, storyteller, and frequent victim of livestock with too much personality. Here’s where I share the true (and mostly true) tales of everyday life on American Way Farm—the moments that inspired my book Between the Fenceposts.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

A Pig Happy Family: A Heartwarming Country Story


Well, it’s official—we’ve reached piggy peace talks. Now that the piglets are getting bigger and less… squish-prone… mama Chloe has decided it’s safe to let daddy Larry rejoin the family unit. I found the whole gang snuggled up together in their rain shelter for what looked like a cross between an afternoon nap and a piggy pile-up.

Just after I took the photo, one of the piglets let out a high-pitched squeal (the kind that makes your heart drop and your brain start counting heads), and Chloe sprang to her feet like she was shot out of a cannon. She sniffed around in a panic, clearly doing a roll call. That’s when things got interesting.

Apparently suspecting that Larry might be using one of the kids as a pillow, Chloe marched right over, shoved her nose under his rear end, and heaved. She moved that 300-pound loaf about two feet across the shelter floor. Did he wake up? Of course not. He just grunted, rolled over, and probably dreamed of corn. Typical guy.

Chloe finally spotted the missing piglet snoozing peacefully near the edge of the tent, gave a relieved snort, and laid back down to nurse. Crisis averted. Family intact. Larry still clueless.

Now I have to admit something that I never thought I’d say: piglets are dangerously cute. Like, criminally cute. I’ve always considered pigs to be Jim’s department—his favorite farm animal, and absolutely not mine. But I think they’ve cast some sort of adorably muddy spell on me, because I caught myself watching them with… affection. Ugh. I feel weak.

But listen, let’s just keep this between us. Jim can never know.

(Honey, if you’re reading this, I need you to focus. You are getting very sleepy. Your eyelids are heavy. You feel relaxed. You will forget you ever read this post. When I count to three, you will awaken refreshed, relaxed, and with zero recollection that your wife may or may not be softening on the subject of pigs. One… two… three… wide awake now!)

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1 comment:

Periwinkle Farm said...

aaawwww they are sooooooo cute! I just want to grab them all and cuddle with them : )