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Farming is fun! especially when your animals are plotting πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
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But that's not what I'm talking about today.
I'm talking about one amazing thing you might have missed living in the city.
About the moment when you step out onto the porch in the morning and there's... peace. Real peace.
Without the hustle and bustle, without honking cars, without this eternal race to see who can get through the day faster.
You stand and listen to a cuckoo doing his accounting in the distance, to a neighbor's rooster getting the time wrong again (yes, they don't always crow on schedule, that's a myth).😏😏

And you know, farming is a quest.
A quest for logic, survival, and the ability to negotiate with nature. Do you want me to tell you a story?
By the way, it's about pigs.

Because if you think they're cute little pink pigs, you just haven't seen them in action.

Once I got a piglet. A small, sweet one... for the first two days.

Then he realized that I was kind and that the world belonged to him. He wasn't a piglet, but a special agent. He broke into pens, went into the forest, returned with a satisfied face and, it seemed, ideas for seizing power. I named him Napoleon.
He was smart, self-confident and, unlike the original, he wasn’t going to lose.πŸ˜‚

One day he disappeared.πŸ€”
I walked around everything — silence. I was already starting to worry, and then I heard a rustling sound behind the barn. I looked in… and he was there, in the company of three boars. They were sitting, obviously discussing something. How did he find them? How did he come to an agreement? Why did they look like he was their leader? The questions remained unanswered.

I had to persuade Napoleon to come back.
He deigned to do so, but with such an air of doing me a favor. Since then, I look at pigs with great respect.

Tell me, have you ever negotiated with a piglet? If not, you haven’t lived.πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Farming is not just a job, it’s small adventures every day.
And also — it’s a sea of ​​topics for conversation.
For example, why do ducks always look like they know a secret?
Or is it true that chickens can remember a person's face?

Do you have any stories about animals or life outside the city? πŸ˜πŸ€—

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