As I continued with the morning chores, ignoring the pig confident she would follow he who has corn, I was doubly surprised when the several feeder pigs came tumbling out of the bush, gleefully moving toward the corn. The fence was off, and I hadn't even noticed. Farm folly ensued.
Not yet certain who I was, McKenzie made her own way back to the pig paddocks on the north side of the farm, where Rambo was eagerly awaiting. The piglets, on the other hand, continued with their so-called freedom, knocking over empty feed barrels and generally causing trouble.
Eventually, however, all piglets were wrangled - or rather led - back to their paddock in the woods. Corn was had by all. All needs were met. And I was finally ready to welcome McKenzie to the farm. Rambo had been waiting all morning for just such order to return.