It gets dark around 4:30 PM.
By early Wednesday evening this week something had ransacked everything
on the front porch. In Alabama it is
usual to find old inside furniture, a refrigerator (working and non-working), a
complete stuffed deer, half a motorcycle, a rusted out grill and a rocking
chair on a front porch. In this case the
front porch is equally messy, being full of galvanized trash cans full of
livestock feed and some empty feed bags. Something had knocked a few things over and eaten some old rolled oats that had spilled.
The Great Pyrenees was nowhere to be found. This was quite concerning. Anything big enough to take out a Great
Pyrenees and eat raw oatmeal was something not to be fooled with. At this point the police show up. Apparently something had tripped the alarm
over two hours ago. It is reassuring to
know that the police are only a monitored alarm phone call away. Seriously, it would have taken Special Forces
less time to have relieved the besieged consulate in Benghazi. So now the plot thickens.
Some crashing and banging outside solved the mystery. Trudy, one of the American Guinea Hog sows
had managed to escape from the newly hog paneled pig paddock. It looks like she had lifted the gate and
squeezed underneath. Banging around on the front page must have caused the inside dogs to go wild and trigger the vibration sensors on the windows. Mystery solved: no swamp creature or alien. So, Trudy was led
off to one of the feedlots in the old garden for a few days while I could fix the
gate.
Trudy in disgrace - a few days in the feedlot
The other part of the mystery - where was Wynn - the Great Pyrenees? She was attempting to "herd" Trudy.
Boudreaux the boar is enjoying some solo while the missus is away. He, of course, is too fat and lazy to escape.
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