There Must Be A Mistake

Those innocent looking creatures outside are really pigs moonlighting as chickens. All they must do is hear the door knob turn and they jump up from their siestas and run to the gate in hopes that I have brought them some scraps. Its ridiculous!! They are like Pavlov's dogs, jumping at a moments notice. I give them weeds and veggie scraps, grass clippings and the occasional pancake. I think they would probably eat just about anything I put in there. I've started calling them the little piggies.