Stud Boar

Well, we all just spent a rather worrying 5 and a half hours, and I thought I would tell you all about it.

After a long time planning, researching, saving, ordering and then waiting we received a call today telling us that our Tamworth boar (just a baby) had made it to Tassie and could be collected from the carriers.  Grabbing our newly made crate Caleb and Kim charged off to collect him.  Since he was newly weaned we assumed he was about 2 months old and that he would be a similar size to our girls when we got them.  However it turned out that he is already only just a little smaller than our smallest girl who is 5 months of age! He is a lovely reddish brown colour and seems good and healthy and just as stunning (at least in our eyes) as the breeder said he was.  His name was chosen ages ago, and so I can introduce him to you as Erlestoke.

He arrived home shortly before 5pm and we introduced him to our girls.  They were being a little bossy and pushy and giving him the odd bite, just to make sure he knew where he stood.  He was exploring the area and obviously had no experience with electric fences.  It was speedily getting dark so we decided to head back to the house.  Caleb quickly grabbed him some extra food and then returned to keep an eye on him and make sure he settled in okay.  He would only have been gone less than 5 minutes but when he returned Erlestoke was gone.

The alarm was raised and the family turned out in force to scour the landscape for our missing pig.  Half an hour of vigourous hunting later there was no sight nor sound of him and there was no hope of seeing anything in the dark.  That of course did not stop us from driving up and down roads and tracks and peering with fading hopes into the undergrowth by the light of a torch.  Eventually however we decided that there was no point in continuing the search and we returned to a somewhat subdued meal of roast pork (courtesy of Wilbur, no less).

We set up his crate with food and water in it outside the pig pen in case he should come back.  Then we sat around trying to distract ourselves from worrying about if we would ever see our beautiful boar again.  Those of us who are mercenary even had the odd qualm about losing $300 in one foul (porcine?) stroke.

It is amazing how hard it can be to leave things in God’s hands.  Even things that are not, in the scheme of things, of great importance.  Despite knowing that there was nothing more that we could do, I still found it very hard not to make myself feel ill by excess worrying.  Somehow I seem to have the idea in my head that worrying achieves something…. that if I worry intensely then God will take more notice of what I want, or something like that.  Kim has been trying to impress upon me that rather than being a thing of value, worry is actually sin.  It is doing what the bible expressly says not to.  Old habits die hard though.  Also I know that being concerned can be good in that it prompts me to pray more and inspires me to think of ways to alleviate whatever the problem is.  However I do need to get that balance where I can trust in God and His providence, and just submit to His plans as being what is best.  It is a work in progress.

Anyway, we were blessed by the easing of our concerns in this case.  Just as we were organising an early morning group effort of systematically sweeping the block we got a phone call.  Our good neighbours phoned to say that they had our pig.  He had just been found sniffing around their place, setting their dogs barking.  They said that they had popped him into their ferret pen for the night and that we could collect him in the morning.  The relief was great, for all of us.  Now plans are being made for tomorrow – more work on fences, but thankfully we will sleep much more soundly.  Erlestoke is safe!

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