Picture me, in the back yard at SAINTS, lying on top of Tunie against the chicken coop fence. Picture Janice, wrestling with Tunie's back feet trying to clip her long nails which are again affecting her ability to walk. Picture Mo, hunched over near Tunie's and my heads, face tense with the stress of listening to Tunie screaming.
Picture Carol, practically RUNNING on her crutches to reach her sweet Loony-Tunes, tears on her cheeks, unable to withstand the screaming which was clearly audible in the house (and probably all the way to Maple Ridge!).
Nicole, you and your camera should have been there! LOL
Poor Tunie. Of course, Carol got to play the good guy by bringing the Melba Toasts to feed her and let her think none of this was her idea and Janice, Mo and I were just horrible people to torture them both this way.
Of course, that didn't stop us from doing it again (this time with Vanessa for reinforcement) to get to the front feet. Only this time, Carol was down on the ground with us, stroking Tunie's ears and whispering to her as I pig-wrestled in the mud and grass. Hmmm.....next time, Carol, we're switching places!
Fortunately Tunie is one very forgiving pig and within a few minutes of release ate the apple slices I offered and chattered softly with me as she took the fresh hay I gave her and rearranged her bed for a long nap after her exhausting, torturous adventure.
Tunie, you are such a very good pig. I'm so sorry we had to frighten you like that. But you will be able to run so much faster the next time you see Janice enter the yard! LOL
And she screamed just as loudly when you were there as when you weren't, Carol! LOL I don't think you have anything to apologize for.
It may not have been a pleasant experience for any of us - least of all, Tunie - but she is already walking better and I'm sure she must be much more comfortable now.