
It's Feeding Time at the Radder's
They have already cleared out the area directly behind them
They sure love those blackberry bushes!

This is how they sleep, all over each other like this. They are in what I like to call their pig chalet, Marcus made it for them for shelter, he even used left over roofing tiles from our house.
This is Violet, we had to have her double penned up while trying to make sure the fence was secure.
So first of all I have been blogging like a maniac so be sure to scroll down because I think that this is my third post today, I've had some catching up to do, we have had so much fun stuff going on to blog about! :)
Well we have new neighbors, 6 to be exact! We put up a fence and have two cows, well one is a cow which we named Violet and the other one is a bull, which we haven't quite named yet. They are both one year old. Technically they are my parents cows, but we are hoping to work out a deal where we can get one down the road after Violet has had some
calf's. It was quite the hoopla when we first got them. The bull broke free twice and Violet broke out once (on Mother's Day of course!) but we figured out the kinks and their pasture area is like Fort Knox now!
The pigs are way too cute. There are 3 girls and one boy. The boy is all black with a white middle and the girls are all pink. We haven't given them names as they are going to be in the freezer later this year. Marcus built their enclosure around our
humongous pile of gnarly blackberry bushes with the hopes that they would eat them down, root out all the roots and take care of our blackberry problem for us. Right away they were rooting around in the dirt, but I was skeptical whether they would eat the bushes and the other day when I went out to feed them they had cleared a 4x4 area overnight-way to go pigs! Plus they are so happy to run around outside and roll in the dirt. Olivia comes with me in her stroller to do the morning chores. We do the pigs last and she is just mesmerized by all of their
squealing and oinking. With any luck all of them will stay in their respective pens, but who knows you may see me chasing pigs down the
Everson Goshen if any of those pigs turn into little Houdini's.