So I am chatting on the phone with my pal in New York, drinking a cup a' joe and I hear Cliff say, "There are pigs on the driveway!" Huh? Pigs, here at the Farmhouse. I quickly hang up stating I've got pigs to see and run out to see these two running down the lane.
OMG! Potbelly pigs - I love these swine! But, what to do? Of course I go and grab my camera and knock on my neighbors door, screaming, "Susan there are pigs out here." She comes out and then her husband joins us. Here's where the fun starts. He decides to try and catch them. She runs and gets two dog leashes, while the one with mohawk decides to make a break for it.
Fortunately there is an empty garage next door and we got the female herded inside. Then we took off chasing the runaway. Let me tell you something - these swine can RUN. And SQUEAL! The squealing was epic.
Cliff comes and joins in and the four of us are running like maniacs chasing the mohawked one back to the garage. It took about 30 minutes and a certain pig falling in the stream to catch him and get him corralled into the garage.
Thankfully I like to snoop around my neighborhood and I knew where these pigs lived. I went over, but no one was home so I left a note on the garage. Fortunately my phone rang about an hour later and the owner said he'd be right over to retrieve Bonnie and Clyde.
He came with a large crate and went into the garage to wrangle them. Much squealing ensued.
Success! This is Bonnie, she may be in a family way. Catching Clyde was slightly harder.
Not happy!! Don't you find it interesting that all of this happened right beside the home of The Flying Pig!
Just another crazy day here at The Farmhouse.
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