Our neighborhood’s electronic bulletin board regularly reminds me that living in the country is different:
Case in point.
“My daughter just lost a baby pig. He’s mostly black, with a pink circle…or maybe diamond, on his nose. We’re between 36th and 46th on Libby Road. He ran through the woods, northbound, but no telling how far he would run. He’s just 7 weeks old, so he’s very afraid (has had nearly no contact with people) and has no survival skills at all. Please let me know if you’ve seen him and we’ll come right out. It would be great if he was cornered.”
“Found one little piggy? Don’t think it was going to the market or eating roast beef.”