Try #2

So, this last hiatus wasn't really my fault. The Dell died and I had to get it fixed up. But...now we should be good to go. (Famous last words...)

Feeding the pigs was a daily event with Grandpa Eddy. Etta would go right in the pen and dump the treats for the pigs. Much braver than I would be!!





She even got to pet a pig. She said, "It feels coarse, like a brush".



Mae was content just peeking through the fence. That boar was HUGE! I don't even know what I could compare it to to help give some perspective. Maybe...the size of a mid-size love seat? Only solid.