I think the wind makes the pigs fight. Powerful gusts collide into the barn walls and rattle everything from top to bottom. I find the pigs in a feisty mood, squaring up with each other and butting heads. Every gale seems to stir up erratic outbursts as they playfully toss their heads and kick up their hooves. I chuckle at their antics, glad to see Rufus and I aren’t the only ones who suffer from wind aggression.