Piggy Smalls and Wilbur grunt and snort at the fence line, keenly observing us, as we huff and puff fence posts into the ground for their extended paddock. They’ve completed their assignment of pulverizing every plant in their domain, and we owe them another small chunk of pasture to live out the rest of their days. Some farmers may think it’s not worth the trouble. They’ll be off to the butcher in January. However, once you’ve seen the pure pig glee of being loosed on fresh pasture, it seems utterly cruel to deny them this. I’m so looking forward to finishing the gate section tomorrow and watching them go hog wild, while crossing my fingers that our fencing job is adequate.