We were enjoying some sun after a rainy day and visited with the pigs. They’ve got a nice, big, “new’ feeder, so we wanted to see how they were doing with it. If burying one’s face in the “plate” is good, these guys are set!
Every time I stood still to take a picture, I’d feel tugs at my skirt. When I scolded whoever was behind me, a pig would go bucking and running across the pen.
Nothing beats a good scratch!