Baymule
Herd Master
I always talk to my animals. Even when I raise feeder pigs, I say Pig! Pig! Pig! when I approach their pen so I don't startle them or scare them. That paid off last year. It was raining, we had our granddaughters, DH took the oldest one to town for something she wanted. I looked out the kitchen window and a couple of sheep were wandering in the horse lot! I was wondering how in the world sheep got in the horse pasture, when I realized it was the pigs! I grabbed the kitchen scrap bucket and ran out the door to the pasture. I made sure their gate was open to their pen, calmly and quietly said Pig! Pig! Pig! and shook the scrap bucket. They slowly came to me and I walked them up the pipeline. Sentry (livestock guard dog) decided he needed to protect me from two big 300 pound pigs and rushed the fence snarling and barking. I told him HUSH--and he did. The pigs followed me to their pen and I gave them the kitchen scraps.
You are not going to MAKE a 300 pound pig do anything it doesn't want to.
Now if my horses got out, they would raise their tails like banners, joyfully gallop around, utterly ignoring me. Nah! Nah! Nah! YOU CAN'T CATCH ME!!
You are not going to MAKE a 300 pound pig do anything it doesn't want to.
Now if my horses got out, they would raise their tails like banners, joyfully gallop around, utterly ignoring me. Nah! Nah! Nah! YOU CAN'T CATCH ME!!