Miss Honey

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Miss Honey began her life as a backyard farm project in a suburban home. She and her sister were bought to be raised as meat, but after her sister died as a piglet, she was left on her own in a small enclosure with only a three-sided box for shelter. While her family became vegetarians after coming to love her, Miss Honey lived for three years in deep mud with only enough space to walk in a small circle. Fortunately, her owner reached out to Esther's Army, an online resource for farm animals in need of rescue, and a friend of ours connected us, procured a trailer, and led the rescue mission to get her.

Miss Honey was so overweight and unfit when she first arrived that she would pant and stumble after one trip down the pasture fence. We worked each day to help her get in shape, and to teach her that sleeping inside a shelter was safe. Since she arrived at Thanksgiving, shelter was an important consideration, so we built her an Eeyore-style lean-to against the fence, giving her both entrance and egress. As she grew comfortable with that home, and as the weather grew colder, we replaced the lean-to with a four-sided hut complete with insulation and heavy bedding. 

Miss Honey is our freest spirit. She cannot be contained by mere fences. When we used an electric grid fence to keep her from her neighbors on first arrival, she stepped directly through the (very much live) fence, walked around with it draped over her person for awhile, and then laid down on top of it for a short nap. She sleeps alone with no piggy best friend, but she enjoys patrolling the pastures and looking for hidden treats, and has no objection to her other family members doing the same. Though one of our largest pigs, she has no interest in the squabbles of others and, if one breaks out, can be counted on to be attending to important business elsewhere. She is always the first to greet visitors, and loves to stand politely by while the humans talk. She enjoys back scratches, chasing whomever is carrying a feed bucket, and flipping water bowls. She adores the tractor and will follow it anywhere, and in summer she follows the hose around, waiting for a refreshing shower. She has beautiful markings around each eye that, when she looks up at you with a flagrant disregard for the rules, is reminiscent of Elizabeth Taylor as Cleopatra. She is good trouble, and we would have sadder, less exciting lives without her in them.