Swineherding with Sasquatch

Checking in with the three day old piglets.

Once again, this is from last week. I'm still figuring out my workflow and post timing for my new social media app . . . I'm going to be an influencer in my own realm.

We were enjoying evening chores, checking out the new piglets, and talking about how nice Mom's big boar is when Mini-Squatch IV realized that the big boar didn't have an actual name.

He shall henceforth be known as Roscoe.

Unfortunately, shortly thereafter I noticed a large flesh wound in another pig's bacon. A 5" long and deep gash that could only have been made by a very large tusk . . . which is attached to Roscoe's head.