With my paying job taking up a good bit of my available daylight hours, I haven’t been spending as much time with the pigs as I ought to. In fact, a couple of days ago, I allowed the feed trough to go empty for a solid twenty-four hours. The boys were not in a cheerful mood.
To set matters right, I took a bag of feed out to the pen. Rather than pouring a portion of that bag into the trough, though, I decided to take it easy on myself, while also trying to mend fences with the boys, and dumped the whole fifty pounds into the reach. If you know pigs, you’ll know that they weren’t shy about starting to consume that feed.
Today, two days later, I went out to the area of the pig pen to cut up some potential firewood. I greeted the boys and rubbed their ears a bit, and then I noticed that they had a good portion of their feed still sitting in the trough. It’ll last them at least until tomorrow.
That’s when I realized that pigs are smarter than people. Today, Olivia baked some cookies with white chocolate chips. They weren’t as good as Penny would have made, but they were good. I think I ate 37 of them. Honestly, after snarfing down a couple, it took incredible restraint, and the knowledge that she intended some of them for her boyfriend, to not finish all of them.
Sometimes we say that somebody “ate like a pig.” That’s really unfair to the pigs. Pigs have the sense to stop eating when they’ve eaten enough. People often fail to do that. A local eatery has a challenge: eat their five-pound burger and a five-pound order of fries, and it’s free. At least two people have tried and failed to meet this challenge. They didn’t eat like pigs. The pigs would have more sense.