-there were no meat chicks killed by racoons (for those of you out there who love these masked vermin, you should know that when they kill a chicken, they don't clean up after themselves. They take what they want & leave the rest for me to clean up. I am not their mother. I do not like cleaning up after them. In fact, I HATE racoons. If they didn't have that mask, you would think they are just like possums. They are.)
-when I went to check the meat chicks, I happened to look up at just the right time, to see our pigs running down our road. Thank goodness I was there then.
-when we all started to round up said running pigs, they actually FOLLOWED us. It was as if they thought "oh, thank God those people came back. Now we know where we're supposed to go!" It was really quite easy to return them to their proper place.
-I get to go teach a class tonight and talk to very excited pregnant people about birth. I will not be home to do the evening chores or to deal with any more runaways.
-oh, I'm most grateful that I didn't yell at my children when trying to round the pigs. That's my usual M.O. Today, for some reason, was different. Maybe after almost 10 years on the farm I've finally realized that it only makes things worse. See, you can teach an


