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Not-so-fine swine

This little piggy dug a coffee tree. This one uprooted a tangerine. This little piggy went wee wee wee wee all the way through the yard without the dogs barking one yip.

Yes, we have pigs. This time, it's not just a handful. It's a whole extended family. There are mommy and daddy pigs, uncle and auntie pigs, plenty of baby pigs and probably even a grandma and grandpa pig. They are wreaking havoc on our yard. Ron was frantic the other day. They had toppled several coffee trees and plowed up the turf big time. They got into his corn and rooted around two small citrus trees. They came right up to the back lanai, to within about 10 feet. The dogs didn't notice. They bark at every other phantom noise they hear, but when there's a real invader, they just snooze away.
So we've now replanted the toppled trees and put some quick fencing around them to deter those snorty omnivores. I think I prefer the occasion bear in my trash. Trash is trash. Coffee trees cost money.
The neighbor's been shooting up a storm. He's obviously a lousy shot. I think he's just scaring the pigs into our yard. So Ron has dusted off his trusty 22. I think it's trusty. I hope it's trusty. I really have no idea. I think he shot it once 40 years ago. Actually, having a loaded gun around here makes me nervous. We are not exactly experienced gun people. With our luck, one of us will end up with bullet through the foot.
Speaking of farm animals, our neighbor has some goats. The other day, he discovered his mommy goat and one of her babies dead. So sad. He's not sure why, but he thinks they ate too many slugs in their pursuit of foliage. I'm not so sure about that. Anyway, he removed the second baby from that area and is keep him with two other males. Poor baby spent the first several days crying for his mom. He's so-o-o-o-o cute! I'll try to get a picture soon. He seems to be doing just fine, so that's good news.
We're off to Costco today. I'm looking forward to a vitamin D fix and a cream-filled malassada on the road.
A hui hou. Aloha!

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