In anticipation of the 3 Little Pigs arriving this week we finished putting in the wallow. Pigs don’t sweat and the reason for them slopping around in mud is to keep them cool. We are already up to 80 degrees in the very early spring and Zina and I have been out gardening in well over 100 F. So this morning we fitted the tractor with the middle buster and dredged up the dirt and made a place for about a 10 x 10 mud hole. We are going to run a sprinkler into the middle of it that we can simply turn on when necessary to keep it sloppy muddy and cool. In addition to the shelter, and the shade gazebo they should be all set.
Because we are running an electrified wire around the perimeter of the pen, we had to pull, knock down and weed whip all of the grass down around the fence. The wire will be only about a foot off the ground to keep the pigs from trying to uproot the fencing and if enough of the weeds contact the wire it will short to the ground and become ineffective. Zina had the sickle out and I got on the weed eater. All seems to be set.
One brain malfunction. I dug up the wallow with the plow on the back of the tractor and then set about shoveling out the dirt. I wanted to make sides on it to kind of keep the water in the “pool” for them. About a third of the way along it dawned on me that the tractor is fitted with a front end loader. Why the hell was I out there with a shovel? About 10 minutes later the little tractor that could had the whole thing completed. Bring on the pigs, bring on the greenhouse!
The hotel, gazebo and hot tub!
Farmer Juan wiped out laying at the foot of the manure pile