Our horses have a pretty easy and stress free existence. The mares have the largest pasture, but about a quarter mile of it runs along the county road. I have seen all kinds of things go up and down that road from noisy teenage vehicles to Jake-braking trucks, moose, wolves, bears, coyotes, foxes, dogs, deer, children, etc. The mares have had most of those things in the pasture as well (except for the vehicles) so they are pretty used to most of them. They are desensitized to most everyday sights, sounds, and smells.
When I got home after work on Thursday I was met at the door by the Cooker who said K from across the street called and thought their pig was heading toward our pasture. I said, "Okay," and walked over to the window to see what I could see. Casually coming down one of the hills toward the horse's lean-to was a large 400 pound pink low-to-the-ground pig. So I went back out and headed toward the barn to see if I could help capture this hogzilla. As I rounded the corner by the lean-to I saw the fence wires were broken and the horses tracks leading away from their hangout toward the "old boy" pasture to be near the geldings for some moral support and any comfort food (hay) that may be within their reach.
I lead the girls into the barn and put them in their stalls while I went to help capture this wily and dangerous killer that had scared the mares half to death. What I found was an easy going, curious creature about the size of a short legged pony. The Cooker was there with a bucket of grain as K came along with a bucket of some more pig food. The ladies coaxed the pig out of the pasture and she (the pig) walked side by side with K down the driveway like they were old friends. K's husband J joined in and the three of them walked back down the county road to their little farm across the street. It was pretty cute the three of them out for a stroll down the road.
J is a big strong guy, about 6'3" and about 265 lbs. ( he helps me when the hay loads come), but if he wants to move hogzilla and she doesn't want to move, she wins. Hogzilla (her real name is Bacon something-or-other) is also somebody's mother. She gave birth at 18 below zero and here is one of her offspring.
We just had two more inches of snow this morning, but winter is losing its grip. On the way to work yesterday I stopped to see if there was an water flowing in an erosion problem we call "New Falls". It was dripping, but mostly frozen.
And in a nearby tree was someone taking a break from cleaning up the winter's roadkill.
That is a large pig. I don't blame the horses one bit. Looks like you make get spring in your area soon enough.ReplyDelete
I can totally understand the horses. There is something very intimidating about a 400-pound solid mass of pink.ReplyDelete
Awesome eagle pic!
If I were the mares, I'd be frightened, too.ReplyDelete
My grandfather was a farmer, and he said pigs eat everything except for cucumbers...so maybe the horses were worried they'd eat horsemeat, if given the chance...
That is one ginormous pig. She'd definitely have my respect.ReplyDelete
BF, It keeps trying to be spring and then forgets.ReplyDelete
PP, She is physically intimidating, but really pretty nice when you get to know her. I've known a few human women like that, too.
Sioux, K and J gave me a few of their pork sausages last time I stopped by. And I eat cucumbers, too!
Donna, She is what we refer to as "big-boned."
What kind of bears do you have? Our grizzly are coming out of hibernation, and they'd be licking their chops over that pig.ReplyDelete
Nice gathering of news. Looks like things are starting to come alive. I've always had a soft spot for pigs. But then, I don't have to deal with them every day, and the idea might be better than the reality :)ReplyDelete
I think Hogzilla is a better name than Bacon-something-or-other.ReplyDelete
Have to side with the pig on this one -- it was a long, ridiculously long winter. Sometimes, a pig's just gotta get out, expand her boundaries a bit.ReplyDelete
Oh my, what a lot of bacon she will have when that time comes. In the meantime, she is a big ol'girl....I am sure she just wanted to play with the other girls in the pasture.ReplyDelete
SFM, we only have Black bears and they are rarely over 600 pounds dressed.ReplyDelete
jenny, she is actually quite nice, but if I got to know her well I couldn't turn her into food.
AT, and easier to remember.
Pearl, I couldn't blame her either. Giving birth in the barn in January is only something we do in Minnesota.
aitbr, I think she just needed to stretch her short legs.
Pigs are such gentle and well-meaning creatures. I have no explanation for the horses’ fear.ReplyDelete
Your stories of life on the farm and all the creatures you come across, tame and wild, is riveting. It’s a world many miles removed from mine and I too live in a rural area. This country is far tamer than where you are.
I really like pigs. I think they're cute, and I hear they're very intelligent.ReplyDelete
Unfortunately, I also really like bacon. :(
Friko, They really are pretty nice, but they were a new thing to the horses. Anything new is scary.ReplyDelete
Dawn, I have the same problem with cows and milk. Oh, that's not quite the same is it?