This little piggy went to the market.  This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy rigged a jail break and got everyone out.


But in the end they all still “we, we, we, we”-ed all the way home.  Must be some sort of nursery rhyme instinct kicking in.


RIght to the front door in fact.

These oinkers are the neighbor’s four doors up from us.  They raise cows and pigs.  Right above these pictures there is a sign hanging from the tree that has a number to call and buy “pork and beef.”  I tried to get it in the shot but there was just too many moving parts.

Got to love living in rural Maine!