Here’s another post from the other side of the farm, all about, Pigs.
I love being on this end of the farm due to the sheer isolation. Looking up at the hills, there is no trace of civilization, simply trees, and snow, horses, chickens, and pigs. Birds and geese flow overhead, and occasionally you will see a plane or helicopter. It truly feels as if the world has vanished, and taken all your worries and troubles with it.
Recently, George has been expanding his herd with spotted pigs, which look quite festive.
Inside the fence, there is a pond which supplies drinking water. The pigs have learned to use the same path, as it’s easier when the snow gets a few inches deep. This particular path leads to the one place where the water is not frozen.
Most pigs are friendly, but this one was about as heavy as me, and right in my face. I was kneeling down to get a close up shot of a baby pig when I noticed just how close this big guy was. I clicked off a shot quickly, then stood up.