The pigs made it home--literally across the river (Ohio) and through the woods to the piglot at our house.
They traveled well in the dog crate, covered with a tarp to keep them warm in the back of the truck. The sun was bright but the air was chilly!
Out of the truck and onto the tractor for the rest of the trip.
I can only wonder what the pigs must have thought of their ride.
They aren't talking so I can only guess.
They settled in quickly, rooting around the lot fo acorns and other treats. The pigs were raised in a barn so the outside world is new to them. They took right to it, grubbing around
Fetch, girl! A stick-carrying pig? You saw it here first!