Stone's Throw Farm

The sows at my parents’ place had quite the Friday night this past weekend. My mom reported that my dad let them out of their pen like he usually does so they could walk around the barnyard a bit while he did the rest of the chores. She said, “Apparently he let them out first, then fed the cattle, and then came in [completely forgetting about the sows]. He said they plowed a trail around the buildings, cleaned up the calf feed by the calf bunk, toured the feeding floor at the farrowing house, and apparently returned to their pen when they were tired. Today when he tried to let them out they refused to leave.” After being out all night on Friday, they had been there, done that!