This is another episode of Tales From the RV Park, stories from the RV parks where I’ve camped. Disclaimer: These stories are fictitious, happened in nightmares, are hearsay, and/or are what others recounted to me. I am part Irish, so there is likely a good deal of exaggeration. The names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. There is no relation to persons living, dead, or in jail, even if you think so. In other words, don’t bother trying to sue me.
Word of the Day: Farrow. When your pig got poked and is due to have a litter of piglets. The gestation period is generally three months, three weeks, and three days.
The pig is pregnant.
There can be pigs at RV parks. Because this is the country, folks.
The pig, who I’ll call the Baconator because there will be bacon, was pregnant when the RV park owners got her a few months ago. The Baconator is due to farrow any day.
The pig doesn’t actually live at the RV park, but at the owner’s ranch down the road. Which I, for one, appreciate. Not that I don’t enjoy visiting the pig, but I don’t want to live with one. Again. But that was a different type of “pig”, and a story I’ve probably already covered.
Update: The Baconator had 16 piglets the day I was trading my uterus for a pair of socks. Fifteen piglets have survived so far. There are photos and video of the birth. You’re welcome. Actually, you have RedneckAnn at RedneckRVers.com to thank for the picture and video below. She’s just getting her blog going, but it’s sure to be hilarious.
(So, I’m trying something new with uploading video… I hope the link above to “Piglets Video” works. Let me know if it doesn’t.)
Don’t forget to use your new word of the day today. I’m sure you can work it in to a sentence with your coworkers while you’re standing around the water cooler.