another graduating class of piglets make their first little hoof prints on the rough streets of general population. as they leave the small piglet pen they have inhabited for the last month, they are leaving behind their entire world.  it’s all they know. 

knew. 

as they walk into the forrest they walk towards the rest of the herd:  baby mama and her newborns, two of babymama’s pregnant sisters, the drifters, the landracers, the mulefoots, and of course—baby scooter.  each of these distinct family units melts together in the pot we call pork chop hill.

and for the new class?  in addition to another group of landrace, from the same mamas our current landrace came from, we let go of our sentimental grip on oprah’s three remaining piglets:  brutus, pink pearl, and ol’ black nose.  after bottle feeding and hand raising these three piggies, it was bittersweet motel watching them join the herd. 

they just grow up so fast.