A neighbor knocked on the door. At the end of the afternoon, dinner cooking on the stove, farmers cleaned up and resting after a long full day. "You keep pigs?" was the question. Hearts sink. Jaws drop. "Yes" is the answer.
And the wrestling of a 200 pound pig commences. If you saw it on a map you would not believe the distance the pig traveled, alone, through a closed gate, out of a pen, through a back yard and into a sand mound to commence digging.
For under $6 at the local Tractor Supply, a new gate hinge was purchased and installed. Such a small thing, back in place, will keep loose livestock in and the fox out.
That's why farmers sleep well at night.
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