Swineherding with Sasquatch

Turns out it's just mating season at Sasquatch Wallows.

I'm starting to think that the boars being uppity and Pirate going missing are both connected to Daddy's Girl going into heat. We're going to need to loop back to the boars and gilts issue at a later time, but for now we're rejoicing that we found Prate on the property. Now if the dogs would just behave.

Heading down Shakedown Street to do evening chores tonight we were viciously attacked by this snake.

Why can't I load the picture?

That was ridiculous. I shouldn't have to use my laptop to post a picture. I'll need to figure that out in the App.

The wife has been researching the culprit and Google AI is saying it's an Oregon Racer:

"Juvenile racers look radically different from their adult counterparts. While adults grow into a solid, sleek olive, gray, or blue-green color with a solid yellow or cream belly, babies emerge with a highly contrasting pattern of dark brown or grayish saddles and spots. This camouflage pattern helps them blend into forest floor debris, pinecones, and leaf litter. They gradually lose these spots and darken into their uniform adult coloration over their first two years of life."

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.

I haven't seen Pirate in almost a week . . . So I decided to start searching in earnest for him this morning. My search led to a Sunday morning stroll through almost all of Sasquatch Wallows. Still no sign of the missing boar . . .

When we moved paddocks two boars were left behind. And as we all know, if you are left behind bad things happen to you. I'm off to hunt these two down and turn them into dog food.

Even though this big guy was left behind in the old paddock, I've decided to give him a final meal because it's Christmas. But bad things happen to those left behind and this guy is going to get shot this weekend. The lesson is clea: if you don't want to be left behind and die a terrible death, you should choose to follow Jesus today.

Merry Christmas Ya Filthy Animal!