Bacon and Eggs

This week when I've gone out to feed and collect eggs I have been repeatedly disappointed at the lack of eggs the ladies have been leaving me.

I wondered if it was the weather, or if I needed to turn their lights back on, or maybe they were striking over the same hum drum diet.

I just couldn't figure it out.

Until yesterday.

Yesterday I went out earlier than usual and things were still pretty quiet in the barnyard.

The goats were still asleep in their boat and Gina the cross dressing rooster was still on the BBQ*.

As I started rustling the feed bags and filling the buckets everyone quickly came to life, everyone except for Pearl that is.

I looked all around and didn't see her anywhere so I began calling her name, casually at first but then a little louder as I began to worry.

I was sure she would stick her head out of her house at any moment, but there was no movement in the pig house.

Then I heard her.

I heard her, and then I saw her...

Coming out of the hen house.

That sneaky pig has taken up residence in the hen house which must be like a 5 star bed and breakfast for a pig.

Comfy cedar bedding, wood floors and fresh duck eggs every morning.

As she emerged from her new digs covered in shavings, she looked at me as if to question my intelligence, like maybe I'd never seen a pig with good sense.

But there was still the question of the missing eggs, Pearl can't reach the roosts.

The pig house.

I stuck my head head into Pearls abandon crib, and sure enough, up on the snack shelf, sat a weeks worth of eggs.

Apparently the hens got the hint and packed up and moved out, and I suppose I better keep an eye out or there's gonna be a pig in a king size fully adjustable craftmatic with heat and massage taking over the remote.

*Gina SLEEPS on top of the the BBQ.