Oh to be . . .

. . . a duck!

I spent most of the morning outside working in a steady drizzle. Being able to shed the water instead of becoming like a scrub mop would have been nice.
We were sorting and transferring hogs from a hoop building, vaccinating sows and gilts, and driving sows and gilts to different pens. That's driving as in the porcine version of a cattle drive, only much shorter distance and no horses.

Hogs typically don't chase well in the rain.

No animals were harmed for the writing of this blog - although some may have been inconvenienced during the inspiration for it!

I smelled like a wet pig when I sat down at the table for lunch. The old farmer's wife isn't going to enjoy doing laundry this week.

And he said unto them, Go. And when they were come out, they went into the herd of swine: and, behold, the whole herd of swine ran violently down a steep place into the sea, and perished in the waters.
Matthew 8:32