End of the road for the pigs

The dog is getting so fat he is starting to look like a pig.  Just kidding. 

This evening we walked down to the old pig farm at the very end of the road. This farm is used in the fall to hold the pigs that belong to the local 4H students.  The students raise them to show at the State Fair.  The farm has been abused by the local thieves so much over the years that the owner has installed fences and gates to keep them out.  They have went so far as to steal the corrugated aluminum roofing from the buildings.   Many of the pigs have escaped over the years and have become semi wild in the woods surrounding the farm.  The dog and I were chased one dark night in this area by a sow with piglets.  That night I did not have flashlight and I could hear the dog chasing the piglets in the woods but I could not see him.  I called and called for the dog to come out of the woods to no avail.  Then I could hear the sow crashing through the bushes heading in my direction with the piglets squealing in the background.  Unknown to me the dog had ran out of the woods and walked up behind me and brushed against my leg.  I nearly jumped right out of my skin because I thought the pig had gotten me for sure until I heard the dogs license tags rattle in the dark. I could still hear the sow crashing through the bushes in front of me so I turned and ran for my life.  I had not ran like that in years.  I could hear my shoes slapping the ground as I ran as fast as my feet would carry me.  The whole time I was running my brain was trying to determine how fast a pig could run.  Apparently pigs can't run as fast as a scared human so I escaped.  Thanks for stopping by. Have a good night.

The lonely one

1/2 mile of lonely pavement. Solitude, I love it. 

Ah yes, blue sky and sunshine.  Our morning walks for the last few days have been rather dismal affairs with low clouds always threatening rain.  This morning however we stepped out into sunshine and for the most part a clear sky.   With some difficulty  I managed to coax the dog into walking the half-mile to the end of the road. On occasion lately he has been hesitant to walk in the morning.  He may have arthritis or some other unknown health issue or he may just be bored.  Who knows. He and I both are very blessed to have made it this far. This morning I photographed our lonely road.  The county paved the road a couple of years ago as part of an effort to eliminate dirt roads.  After walking on it as a dirt road for 10 years the pavement took some getting used to.  The scars from the construction are almost gone now and the brush on the roadsides is returning.  There's a field on the left-hand side of the road  where a black and white bull wanders by himself all day . His name is zigzag and I am fairly certain that he is lonely.   I always say hello to zigzag when I see him.  He never responds.  I guess he's not a talker.  Thanks for reading my blog this morning. I hope you have a good day. Bye.