First night we had the pigs, it rained. A fairly cold rain. Since this was also the first night the pigs had ever spent outdoors, I worried they wouldn’t know to go in the hutch. So at around midnight I went out to check, and sure enough they were all stacked up against the outside of the hutch, getting soaked. One by one I carried them inside the hutch (a big plastic silo cut in half). Due to the rain, mud and pigginess of the task, when I was done I headed straight for the laundry room and then the shower. But I slept well knowing they had been tucked under a roof. And I was rewarded in the morning when I went out to check on them. First of all, I could hear the snoring (seriously) from twenty feet away. And then when I poked my head through the door, I was greeted by this sight:
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