About Those Pigs

On Elgin Mills there is a farm that we drive by every morning, and on these farm there are four pigs. E-I-E-I-O.
The pigs have a large enclosure that comes up to the road, and every morning and afternoon we look to see if the pigs are there. I had idly suggested that one day we should stop and meet the farmer. Well, I guess Colin really liked that idea. So as his "food consumption reward" today, he decided that he wanted to see the pigs. All four were out and near the road as I drove by to pick hem up, so I stopped the car on the should and the kids got out and pet the pigs. the big, pink pigs. One is for sure pregnant, and they were grunting and snorting and loving the attention they got from the kids. Colin was absolutely dying to meet the farmer, so I gave in, walked up he lawn and waited for the huge dog to come running at us. Well, no dog cam running, seems that Mrs. Frisby was holding him by the collar in the house, watching us walk up. She has been on that farm since 1960, her husband died in 1999, and now her daughter and grandson run the farm, or, as she puts it, it pretty well runs itself, they are well set up for it. the kids were fascinated that the farmer, who I think they envisioned to be a man in overalls, maybe with a hat on a tractor, was actually a lady in her mid to late 70's holding back a mix breed pug/boxer. I told her we would wave in the mornings on the way by, and thanked her for letting us introduce ourselves. You could see the kids were dying to be invited in. Perhaps next time, as I bet the Pig Visit will be a regular weekly occurrence.