Lost pig!

We spent the day up on our land, trying to get the well to work. We had a series of issues....the car died out there and it took 2 hours to get it started. We tried to charge the battery on the generator, which finally worked, and we got the car to start just after we called for roadside assistance. It was a horribly cold day with blowing sand and eventually snow, and we encountered a blizzard and really scary driving conditions on the way back home. But, we did get the well pumped out and got a sample for the lab to test for potability. We should have the results in 24 hours.

Well water test

After we spent an extra hour driving home on icy, snow packed roads, we found one of the pigs was gone. Harley had torn out the bottom of the kennel panels and escaped. We found evidence of him rooting around the property, but no pig. We didn't find any evidence of an escape off the land, even though the perimeter fence leaves something to be desired. We looked for him until it was too dark to see, and had Chloe escape too, but she followed me back to the pen while I shook a container of food at her. We walked the dogs around, hoping they would find Harley in the bushes. No luck.

Harley

I had a dream last night that when I got up this morning, Harley was sleeping against his pen. He wasn't. I woke early and ran to check. Instead I found 6" of new snow, and no pig.

We are making a flyer to hang at the post office, hoping one of our neighbors has seen the wandering Pot Belly. I was hoping he'd get hungry enough to come home, but he has vanished, without a trace. I suppose there is still that possibility...that his belly will lead him back. Maybe aliens abducted our pig. I am really worried about him and worried that Chloe will get depressed now.

We are hanging around the house today, hoping Harley will show up or a neighbor will call. Plus, there is too much snow to go anywhere. Maybe we could drive the neighborhood and look for the lost pig. I have plans to finish curtains for the camper in between wandering the property and yelling for Harley to come home.

Last week we did get those tar painted posts into the ground where Richard's office will go. It's a start.

Office posts