It was a wonderful Easter celebration we had...
With a sunrise service with friends complete with bagpipes, home-roasted coffee, and fresh donuts, to a sweet Easter egg hunt here at home, to family naps in the afternoon~ We felt that our celebrations had been full and wonderful and just about complete.
But not quite...
We had just finished a lovely meal and were headed out for an evening walk when Tirzah came running in with the news: There are only 6 pigs in the pen... one is missing and we have absolutely no idea where he is.
This pig has not even been on the farm for 24 hours and is now lost with hundreds of acres in which he can lose himself.
A few memories from our last pig-raising experience came flooding back to mind. The first: two pigs escaping under the fence, given up for lost, only to be found hungrily eating the chicken feed in the chicken coop the next day. The second: chasing those pigs for hours on end with the neighbor boys staring~ wide-eyed and open-mouthed and with a bag of potato chips in hand.
Well... here we go again.
There we stood on the driveway, devising our plan, when lo and behold there was the pig, walking ever so daintily along the driveway.
From that moment and for the next 40 after, a whole-family pig chase ensued. Thaddaeus was strapped to my back in the Ergo, Tirzah and Marlene were closing in the gap at the bottom ridge, and Daniel was tirelessly chasing that pig.
To be honest, I think the pig just finally gave up and Daniel was able to get a hand on the hind legs. What a shout of celebration we let ring through the forest when that pig was back inside the fence and that first pig-chase was a success.
We couldn't help but come inside and finish our day of celebration with fresh sourdough cinnamon rolls and freshly whipped cream. We decided as we sat there~ wet with perspiration and rain, giddy with adrenaline and relief, decorated with dirt and twigs~ we love this. Yes we were in the glory of the pig returning but even still~ that was fun!
And we would totally do it again!