Brett moved a group of sows and their piglets over by the house, so we have the occasion to feed them kitchen scraps almost every day.
It’s always the same routine. If you walk up, the piglets tear off in all directions. The word ‘startle’ comes to mind, followed closely by ‘pandemonium’.
Then, they slowly succumb to curiosity and stroll on back.
And pose nicely for a portrait.
Or two.
And it’s back to business, enjoying the scraps and laying in the sunshine.