Today has dawned like a beautiful spring day. Much, much better than the beginning of the week. Pig-farmer left for Missouri last night, after checking the pigs. Once, twice, three times, or more. I hesitatingly walked to the barn this morning. I opened the door to the sound of contented grunts from mama Bernice. I peeked into their pen. 14 … alive, cuddled under the heat lamp for warmth.
Some are teeny-tiny.
Cute as a button, too.
Mama got up and ate her food. That’s good news, too.
I wish someone praised me for eating….