November 22, 2010

• This little piggy took a stroll….

  Saturday was a fairly typical day around here.  Doug was off working on things that he needed to do.  Ian was out in the shop fixing something.  Matthew had gotten called into work at the Dollar General and MK was off to church to play the organ. Melissa was at work in the deli at Price Chopper and Layn and I were climbing mount washmore, one of your quiet days in this neighborhood.  Then Ian came to the back door chuckling to himself and asked me if I wanted my laugh for the day. 

  The sheriff had just left.  They had pulled in with pictures of two pigs that had been seen wandering around the city of Sherrill and wanted to know if our pigs were all present and accounted for.  Ian went across the road to the barn and checked.  Sure enough all the pigs were there.  He looked at the pictures and said that they didn’t look anything like the animals that two other farmers that we knew had.  Off went the sheriff to try to solve the mystery of the pigs. 

  Ian and I had a chuckle and chatted about how the only thing that the police could do was get a tranquilizer gun and tranq them and take them to Burtons and put them in a pen there. (local cattle auction place). 

  About 1 1/2 hours later Jason comes in and asked if I had heard about the pigs that were loose in Sherrill.  I told him yes.  He asked if I had gone down the road to check if his pigs were in (oops, I forgot about Jason’s pigs!)  I just looked at Layn and all the laundry and said no I hadn’t been anywhere today.  Then he asked if Ian had checked.  I told him he would have to ask Ian.  Well, Ian had just been called out to a fire call so he was unavailable so Jason took off in his car to check for himself.  No pigs!!!!!

  That started a whole bout of phone calls.  Call Melissa to come home (she was off work but had planned on going shopping) to get the truck home so we could hook up the trailer, call Doug to get home to help catch the pigs and get them on the trailer (he was at a neighbors pulling down their barn), call the police to find out where exactly in Sherrill the pigs were and to inform them that I knew who the owner was and that he was on the way.

  When Jason got there the police asked him if they were his pigs.  He said yes.  They asked how he could tell.  He called out “Saphire, Bacon come here!”  The looked up at him and came to him.  The officer was amazed and asked how Jason did that.  He just looked at the man and said, “I feed them every morning.”

  The pigs were loaded up, brought home and put in a more secure pen.  The police have Jason’s number in case any lawn was rooted up too much, Jason will fix it.  All’s well that ends well.

  The people of Sherrill had their excitement for the week too.  I hear it drew quite a crowd!!! I am waiting to see if it made the front page of our local paper.

   

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