Thursday, February 22, 2007
There's new life in the barnyard.
My son's friend is the proud owner of a dozen baby pigs. We peered beneath the canopy where they were housed with their mamas amongst a soft bed of straw and watched as they clamored over one another; already showing their bold little personalities.
I picked one up and held it next to me, scratching its coarse, bristled coat and felt the instant attraction that must have accompanied Fern when she first held Wilbur.
And though there was no magical spider's web hanging above their pen, it was hard not to feel awe over this new life. With new birth on the farm, spring cannot be too far away.
Welcome to the world, little ones!