Ok, actually the truth is, that a couple of days ago one pig knocked down the fence (probably rubbing up against it scratching an itch). The others followed him through the new open door and woohoo it's a pig party ... all over the acreage!
Jay was eating lunch when the dogs started to bark. That's our sign that someone's pulled in, but this time it was to let us know the pigs were out. I wanted to warn the pigs to get back quickly, because they interrupted Jays soap, and that's never a good idea. He likes knowing what that sneaky ol' Erica is up to.
Some just stood frozen like a statue and stared at us. You could tell it was their first breakout. They really needed a mentor.
Others were more bold. They were obviously the veterans of the group. They knew where the best tasting grass was and they headed straight for it! (good thing they stayed away from the pumpkin plant!)
Then there were those so excited at all the new room they had to run around, that they just ran from here to there and back again...not sure what to do, but they were having fun doing it.
The farm cats were not amusedEspecially when everywhere they looked, there was a pig stalking them (well, to my knowledge, pigs don't really stalk, but as freaked as the cats were, I think THEY thought they were about to become kitty-kabobs).
The dogs watched, whined and barked. Back when we still had our old dog Sammi, she was great for chasing the pigs back to the barn. I tried to explain to Tucker that while he might think he's big and ferocious, in reality.....he could just as easily turn into a puppy-kabob.
While some were being rounded up, others ran around with reckless abandon, determined to enjoy the mayhem.