Sunday, March 9, 2014
By Robert Skoglund
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Anyone who has studied the voluminous literature produced by the great John Gould knows that the easiest way to move a pig is to put a bucket over his head and back him to where you want him to go.
No stranger to moving pigs, my brother facilitated the bucket process by giving them 2 or 3 gallons of homemade wine just before the move. There is more than a bit of science involved, because the pig has to be able to walk – but just barely. As I recall, these pigs could not walk. They were holed up in the far corner of their tiny A-frame shelter, and it was by now pretty dark.
Using his incomparable powers of persuasion, my brother convinced me that his meeting was more important than mine and that I was to crawl on my hands and knees into the dark pig house and get a rope around a pig’s leg so we could pull out the animal and get him up to the barn.
I remember dragging a stout rope behind me as I crawled on my hands and knees into a pitch-black pig house, and I remember suddenly sensing the breath of a wino pig about 6 inches away from my face.
It’s a good thing I’ve more than filled out my allotted space for this week because right about then things started to get bad.
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