Wilma walks around and grunts at every noise, and stares at the walls with her big huge ears, listening. While the babies were with her, they drove her nuts, but now that they're gone, she's not too happy about the separation. She's become somewhat of a bully at the stall door and we've had to set it back on its hinges a handful of times. I can't wait until we get her official pen constructed.
Although, I do think she is going through some kind of pupmkin addiction withdrawal also. For the past few weeks we've been feeding her jack-o-lanterns and pumpkins, but our supply has run out, and she's pissed. She's too good for dry corn on the cob now, and angrily bashes the door. I've managed to spoil my pig.
But the babies don't seem to care, other than everything is terrifying at first. They're getting along much better than mom, and even the runt has bounced back in full force from his earliest days. He now wrestles and doesn't take any bullying crap from his bigger siblings.
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| This guy is my favorite! |
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