|Stanley enjoying the buttermilk after Cora and I made butter|
Pigs love to root, it's what they do. The reason there are so many feral pigs in some parts of the country these days is that they know how to forage for food, and rooting in the ground is a big part of that. We have a box of pig rings in the barn from the time, back in the 70's or 80's, when we had a sow and boar giving us litters of piggies. The rings go unused, however, because Cliff loves to see pigs rooting; they seem so happy doing it, and he feels they get nutrients out of the dirt as they root. So unless the pig is actually rooting an escape from the pen, he doesn't get a ring in his nose to stop his rooting. About the time I think he is going to root deep enough to get under the fence, he stops, and his nose remains unadorned.
Here's a closer look inside:
And now, about the title of this blog entry. Yesterday evening I had finished chores and gotten into my nightgown when I thought how amusing it would be if I got a selfie picture of me with my pig, so I headed outside with IPad in hand. The IPad is just the thing for selfies because, like a cell phone, you can make it take a picture of your own face easily. I didn't think it would be too difficult to get a picture of us, since the pig is always looking for food and stays near the fence hoping for a fresh morsel of some kind when I'm there. Once I started trying to pose with Stanley, though, after several tries at getting a shot of the two of us, I realized it wasn't going to be that easy.
I was going to have to get down to the pig's level, and the only way to do that was to sit on the ground. Now, I wasn't about to get inside the pen and try this: If I'm in the pen with Stanley, he has his filthy nose all over me, sniffing all over in case I have an apple in my pocket or something. So I looked at the ground on my side of the fence, which was wet from the recent rain. I stepped inside the barn and grabbed the lid off a container, tossed it on the ground and, after much maneuvering, got myself lowered, missing the lid by a foot or so when I plopped my derriere onto the ground. Cliff and I are used to forcing ourselves down on the floor to play with Cora and her "Little People" stuff, but it isn't anything I would film and show people. We resemble, more than anything, two fish out of water, flopping on the bank, gasping for breath.
So, I got myself situated on the lid and held up the camera. This is one of my more successful attempts... I wish I hadn't deleted some of the others.
I finally got a shot that included my face and the whole pig, but it wasn't what I had in mind. However, I decided to quit while I was ahead.
We figure he weighs well over 100 pounds now, well on his way to becoming meat for the table. Meanwhile, I am enjoying the heck out of his antics.