A RUNT PHOTO ESSAY
Some blogging friends have been asking me about the Runt. Well, here are a few pictures so you can see how he has grown.
Each morning and evening he comes up on the verandah to feed himself out of the bag of feed I keep there. This morning I got going early and fed the pigs before the Runt came to the porch. I also used the last of the feed. When he did show up there was no special feed for him.
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As you can see he was driven to drink. He acquired a taste for beer while my friend Denis (who likes a beer now and again. . .and again. . .and again),was here. Denis has gone back to the Wilderness job near Webequie, a remote First Nation Community well north of the last road # 599. Some beer remains and the Runt seems to have needed a little nip. I guess he heard,
"Beer is living proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy." Benjamin Franklin
Getting up on his feet was difficult.
So he lay down.
The sun is warming everything up so a nap would be just the right thing.
Gage is contemptuous of this sleeping pig as he chews on a bone nearby. Could the bone be from a relative of the Runt????
Perish the thought.