Glad I wasn't here. I'm writing from the office. The sow's pen is about 15 feet from my window. I don't need an alarm clock. The alarm pig didn't go off today, because yesterday was the Feast of St George.
People are into feasts here.
The alarm pig was slaughtered, like many pigs around town. This morning, the city smells like slaughtered pigs. It's not a great smell. 4 guys prepared the sow, scraping all the hair off, and putting it on the spit for all-day roasting today. And Thursday, May was Labor Day.