run whistlepig run!
Lest you all think I'm on a murderous rampage, you'll see that I did not title this entry "Me: 2 Whistlepigs: 0". You see, we caught our second whistlepig! This one was still alive! Hooray! He was very nervous and had pooped all over the Havahart, but he was very much alive. The poor little guy had cut up his little whistlepig nose trying to bite his way out of the trap. Anywho, I took a couple of pictures of him (though I can't find the cable from my camera to my computer so you'll have to wait on those.) After talking with the neighbor lady we decided we'd drop him off at this private school down the road with lots of big green fields and some woods too. So, after a short drive, we took Mr Whistlepig and in a covert operation, involving a long stick, a wrench, and a piece of sturdy string, we set him free in his new home to go make a whole new whistlepig colony. I can't say that no tears were shed. We were sad, but happy for the whistlepig. In fact, we wrote a song...to follow.