Post by Mitra on Oct 9, 2007 10:42:28 GMT -5
It wasn't a fiasco and it wasn't a rodeo but it didn't go as smoothly as planned either.
My SIL Marcia has a beautiful horse trailer which we used last year to transport pigs. Our pigs had their appt yesterday (which we'd made 4 months in advance). Marcia showed up with her horse trailer and we got it set up for the pigs to walk up the ramp into the trailer. Last year's piggies RAN into the trailer. This year's piggies had no such intentions. They were very suspicious. After an hour of hanging around and trying to encourage them/entice them in with treats, two finally got in. The other two were not going to do it. We decided that we needed to close up the trailer and take the two we had and make another appt for the other two. Max and his sister left with the pigs and when they arrived at their destination, the lady pulled out a spiral notbook and said the next available date for the other two was December 17th!!!!! That was NOT going to work. She said if we could get the other two to them by early morning the next day (today) that could work. Marcia and Max came back and set up the trailer in the same spot and Marcia went home. Murphy's Law kicked in and of course Max was leaving yesterday afternoon to go back to work in Mass. I was supposed to get the two pigs into the trailer and wait for Marcia to arrive for the early morning jaunt back to the butcher. Yeah right!
LUCKY for me, Max went to check on the pigs one last time before he left and arrived in their area just in time to see a pig butt disappearing into the trailer. He creeped over and saw that they were both in there. He leapt over the fence and tried to slam the ramp shut. He almost didn't make it. They realized what was happening and were hurling themselves at the ramp/door as it was being shut. It took all his strength mixed with much adrenalin to get the door shut. The pigs decided that if they couldn't slam their way out, they'd try jumping out the top where the window/ dutch doors were still open. Gonzo, the biggest pig, had both hooves over the edge and his head out and Max could hear his back feet scrabbling against the door as he tried to climb out. Max slammed the two window/doors shut and not a second too soon. They were very angry pigs. I was so relived he'd gotten them in. They overnighted in the trailer and Marcia showed up bright and early, expertly hooked up the trailer to her truck, and off we went. They were very calm on the way. When we got there, they pigs did not want to go into the holding pen. Two of the employees got in there and very gently encouraged them out. They were very kind to these very uncooperative beasts. I'm sure that part of their hesitation was due to the smell of blood in the air. Several animals had been slaughtered before we got there. In fact there were two mooseheads in the driveway that had to be moved so she could back her trailer up to the holding pen.
So it's done and all is quiet around here again. We're looking forward to our boxes and boxes and boxes of pork we'll be getting soon.
My SIL Marcia has a beautiful horse trailer which we used last year to transport pigs. Our pigs had their appt yesterday (which we'd made 4 months in advance). Marcia showed up with her horse trailer and we got it set up for the pigs to walk up the ramp into the trailer. Last year's piggies RAN into the trailer. This year's piggies had no such intentions. They were very suspicious. After an hour of hanging around and trying to encourage them/entice them in with treats, two finally got in. The other two were not going to do it. We decided that we needed to close up the trailer and take the two we had and make another appt for the other two. Max and his sister left with the pigs and when they arrived at their destination, the lady pulled out a spiral notbook and said the next available date for the other two was December 17th!!!!! That was NOT going to work. She said if we could get the other two to them by early morning the next day (today) that could work. Marcia and Max came back and set up the trailer in the same spot and Marcia went home. Murphy's Law kicked in and of course Max was leaving yesterday afternoon to go back to work in Mass. I was supposed to get the two pigs into the trailer and wait for Marcia to arrive for the early morning jaunt back to the butcher. Yeah right!
LUCKY for me, Max went to check on the pigs one last time before he left and arrived in their area just in time to see a pig butt disappearing into the trailer. He creeped over and saw that they were both in there. He leapt over the fence and tried to slam the ramp shut. He almost didn't make it. They realized what was happening and were hurling themselves at the ramp/door as it was being shut. It took all his strength mixed with much adrenalin to get the door shut. The pigs decided that if they couldn't slam their way out, they'd try jumping out the top where the window/ dutch doors were still open. Gonzo, the biggest pig, had both hooves over the edge and his head out and Max could hear his back feet scrabbling against the door as he tried to climb out. Max slammed the two window/doors shut and not a second too soon. They were very angry pigs. I was so relived he'd gotten them in. They overnighted in the trailer and Marcia showed up bright and early, expertly hooked up the trailer to her truck, and off we went. They were very calm on the way. When we got there, they pigs did not want to go into the holding pen. Two of the employees got in there and very gently encouraged them out. They were very kind to these very uncooperative beasts. I'm sure that part of their hesitation was due to the smell of blood in the air. Several animals had been slaughtered before we got there. In fact there were two mooseheads in the driveway that had to be moved so she could back her trailer up to the holding pen.
So it's done and all is quiet around here again. We're looking forward to our boxes and boxes and boxes of pork we'll be getting soon.