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It's early morning and I'm walking up to the house from the barn when I see Dad coming out onto the back porch.
"Will called - Piglets are out!" he says, slipping his phone back in his pocket. "Head back to help the boys get them in."
My sisters Katie, Hannah and I start running back to help them. (I travel at a bit more leisurely pace as the farmhouse breakfast is still settled cozily in my stomach.) My, but its a beautiful morning! The leaves are a rusty red and yellow, there's a sharp little breeze that nips your nose and lends a rosy glow to your cheeks. The earth is damp and moist from recent rain and sends up a delightful fresh smell as you tromp down the lane.
As we near the scene of the crime I can see a few lone piglets rooting around and generally enjoying themselves. I hear the boys further back in the woods urging the piglets on.
"Look, there's one of them!" Katie points to the lane on the other side of our tree line. Sure enough, through the trees I see the small herd of piglets trotting down the lane enjoying their contraband outing. We get them moving back in the right direction after Will fixes the fence. We herd them with branches and they are good little pigs and we're blessed to get them in more quickly than usual. After trotting back down the lane and insuring that the fence is on we head back up to the house and I imagine writing up a quick blurb about our little morning adventure in the next farmer's daughter notes.
-Morgan