Before I even opened the door to the barn the hairs on the back of my neck were inexplicably standing on end. And then I opened the door. The pigs had managed to un ravel the chain on their pen and had run amok. Trampling everything in sight. That would be a pigs sight - anything they could reach. Of course their blaming some one else as they were all in the pen looking out at me when I walked in. But they can't fool my finely attuned eye. It was, after all, cemented to the floor with frozen pig crap. Don't tell me the sheep dragged that in! And the sheep wouldn't devour a whole box of apples.. Thankfully most of my electrical hand tools and most of the power tools were out of reach. It has been a really nice time of winter. Before the deep winter cold. Fresh snow and hoar frost make for a beautiful setting. The animals sure seem to like it! Starting to lose count of how many times I've had to plow out the place. ...
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