A local farmer in Banner Country knew that I was looking for bottle piggies for our summer camp we hold here at the ranch for Children who require Physical, Occupational, and Speech Therapy, who also have Sensory Integration Dysfunction.
Well I got a message Friday morning from our Friendly Farmer saying he had three little pigs that were not going to make it without some TLC, he wondered if I wanted them. Did I want them? HECK YAH. So a few hours later off I go to pick up the piggies.
I got to the farm and they were waiting for me in their little box which read "fragile eggs" I had to giggle at the three "fragile eggs" that were in the box, " fragile" was a very appropriate term. Of the three eggs in the box one was a very strong and healthy, that would be Porky. The other two eggs where not so strong but William was the weakest egg. (The farmer had weaned the pigs and these three little pigs just did not transition well to dry feed.) On the trip home I notice that William was really struggling to breath and kept just going limp. While I was driving I put him inside the front of my hoodie patting him all the way home trying to keep him going. (I would not recommend driving with a piggie in the front of your hoodie unless you are experienced in this type of craziness)
|Even Cooper is required to help with the piggies.|
Once everyone was fed and tucked in for the night, I told those three" fragile eggs" good night and see you in the morning. But wait, what is that sound at 2:30 am. that is waking me from my slumber? Three little piggies that decided they could not wait until morning for their next bottle. So, down the stairs in my jammies I go to heat up three bottles to feed three very hungry piggies. Have you ever tried to feed three hungry piggies three bottles by yourself? Not a easy thing to do especially at 2:30 am. Now, I remember what it was like having infants in the house.
|New meaning to pork in the kitchen|
Here's to Happy Pigging.
PS. By the way when I went to pickup the piggies I took that nice friendly farmer 2 dozen eggs as a thank you for the piggies. Isn't it ironic that the box he sent them home in said, "fragile Eggs". I really like the trade we made between our "fragile eggs" Don't you?
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