Around Labor Day the pigs aren't really pigs anymore. They have become hogs. Big guys. Still running and romping and clever and amiable.
But not cute and if they hit you, not harmless. Hogs. They need respect.
They love it when Ken brings them a bucket of leaves so they can dig for acorns. Earlier this season Herb brought us some leaves and some bags of acorns. Thank you, Herb, and the pigs thank you, too