Somebody would hit the wire, sending the shock through the whole gaggle. By the time I took a break and wandered over there, they were plenty stirred up. The biggest piglet lay in the shade under the tarp, glassy eyed and panting. I asked Susan. The story came back that she got in the corner across the electric wire, then grabbed the wire panel with her teeth, thus forming a perfect pathway for electricity from the fence to the wire and on back to the ground.
Pigs make good bacon but terrible electric engineers.
Zachie brought some cool well water and by the time we had poured several buckets over her, she was perking back up. None of this was for sentimental reasons. Anyway, it s two days later and those piglets won t get near that wire.