Lock Down

Phineas (the pig) has officially crossed the line. Joe came upstairs yesterday to find cars honking because there was a pig in the road. Our pig. Crap. The dumb pig thinks he can just be anywhere he wants to be at any time. He acts as if there is no fence at all separating him from living life with us humans. In the morning, my once peaceful routine of feeding the chickens has been disrupted as well. Used to be that I would call to the chickens and they would all come running as I spread out the corn for them to eat on the ground. Now, as soon as I call the chickens, Phineas comes barreling out and knocks the chickens aside like a bunch of bowling pins to get at their food.

Enough is enough. We're in the process of installing specialized pig fencing which, we're told, should do the trick. Phineas is clearly not supportive of the idea as he's been carefully watching us as we put up the fence. It's almost like he knows what we're up to and that his wild and free days are about to come to an end. We're the top of the food chain baby and we're calling the shots!!