The pigs don’t know it, but their days are numbered. They’re busy living the good life.
They seem so big! All jowlly and robust. They never outgrew a good sprint, and they love the daily wallow – I pour a bucket of water over them every afternoon, and they’ll leave behind food at the sound of me pouring out some water – they run to me and flop down in the puddle.
The oinkers have ravaged this last fence placement, but they love it- they sleep at night under the shrubs – really they spend most of their time cashed out in the dirt under those shrubs. It wasn’t easy getting the fence to surround that big patch of buckthorn, either, but they are expressively appreciative of my effort.But what’s this in the background? Oh, just the resident chickens.
Resident is not an exaggeration.
Tribe Oreo decided ages ago to live with the pigs. The Oreos and their Silkie stepmom leave the coop in the morning, go directly to Pigland, jump through the electric fence (which is, in fact, energized), and spend the entire day in there, leaving at darkfall to go back to the coop. Every day. For weeks.
They share the pig house. Birds and pigs all sleep in there together when it gets hot or rains.
The Oreos are black as crows and weigh as much as their mom now. They are big on perching, and like to jump up in those tangled shrubs. One is a rooster, already standing up to the Silkie roos.
They spend the day roaming around the pig enclosure, perfectly satisfied to stay inside the fence.
We speculated. That the hen likes it in there because she is safe from the attention of the roosters. That they like the pig food, or benefit from the pigs’ rooting. I tried putting her in the coop with the Colonel, to see if she would stay with him and under his protection. Nope. Pigland by day and the Brahma coop at night. She knows what she wants.