Counting Piggies

Yesterday was a pretty normal day here on Drama Ranch. I fed, took my eggs to the co-op, picked up the house. Nothing out of the ordinary. After making my late afternoon rounds outside and tucking all the animals in, I came inside to make dinner. About 30 minutes later, I looked outside and saw a pig standing by the barn. This is not going to be good. I knew that if this particular pig was out, there was a whole slew of other piggies running about. I put on my muckers to go check it out. Sure enough, all of our feeder pigs were having a party. They were everywhere! In the cow pen, on the hay, everywhere. The age these pigs are at, they are fast little bastards. I can't just walk up to them and pick them up. It's a 'get em in a corner and jump on em' kinda deal. The pigs paid me no attention while I was trying to lure them with pig food. Ah ha, apples. I cut up pieces of apple and was calling them. Nope. They were too busy to notice me. I am home alone, Dan is an hour away and it's getting dark. And chasing black pigs in the dark is no bueno. I called my pig friend. 'Can I borrow your children to help me catch pigs?' Sure, she said, but we are in town. Great. I called my neighbors and Kurt came over to help. It took 5 minutes and we rounded them up. I counted the pigs, twice. Yep, all eleven of em. I thanked Kurt and went back inside to start dinner. That was enough drama for the day. Not so much. I was talking on the phone to Rita and there was a knock on the door. Kurt said he saw one of my pigs out in the corn field. Oh damn. Here we go again. Apparently, I can't count. This pig could be anywhere. Kurt has his spot light out, I am trying to read piggie prints in the snow. Dustin shows up with DJ and we have a full blown search & rescue going. I was just about to give up. It had been an hour when Kurt whistled. Okay, we found the little guy, now we have to catch em. Dustin and I were on full tackle. We missed a couple of times, but Dustin finally nailed the little fucker. We start to head back to the pens with the pig and I asked DJ to go fetch the four wheeler we left sitting down the road. Dustin dropped the pig off and as I was coming around the barn, I saw the lights. DJ was getting pulled over by a cop on a four wheeler. Before I could get there, the cop was driving off. The conversation went a little like this. Cop - Whatcha doing out here? DJ - Chasing pigs. Cop - some people were complaining about a spot light. Who are you, where do you live? DJ was trying to answer all those questions when someone stopped and asked "Hey, did you guys find that pig?" I guess the cop knew then that DJ was telling the truth about chasing pigs and not just some punk ass kid with a spot light. It was a long evening, but a lot of good laughs. I love my friends and neighbors. That's what great about living out here. Super quality people!! Days like this, I truly feel blessed. Even after running all over BFE! And DJ will have great story about the first time he was pulled over. 'Well, one night I was out chasing pigs and....'