Tuesday morning I glanced out the window and saw my sow had gotten out. She is generally well behaved, so I was in no hurry. I downed my
coffee and went outside. As I let her back into her pen, I noticed her piglets from last fall huddled in a corner as if there was danger. I looked around and saw her foot prints in the snow going to the
chickens. Inside the
chicken pen was the story: A hen was gutted. A rooster was crippled but alive. I ended his suffering. And there was a dead raccoon looking as if it had been run over by a Mack Truck.
I went back to the pigs and thanked Sassafras for her work. I told her children they were safe …momma is a badass.