I'm going to have to change the way I think, thanks to Lucky. You see, I used to think that over the years I have worked for pigs, dated pigs and was even married to a pig once. But all that has changed since this little guy walked out in front of my truck. I am head-over-heels in love with a real pig this time. He rooted in the soft wet ground and beached himself in the center basking in the noon day sun. He's just cute and funny. In the evening when things cooled down, I thought he had escaped because I didn't see him in the paddock or the barn.
But upon closer inspection, I found that he had made a warm, little nest and nestled himself in the straw with all covered except that little, pink snout of his.