The comfort of a piglet pile. Wilma: The Great Past Pigs didn’t talk about “me” or “I” or “self.” The Great Past Pigs said that pig-ness...

Early peas, just up. A cool mist hangs in the greenhouse; the ground is caked and cold. But the sun is rising earlier each day, and the...

I will once again dispense with my customary greeting, as I have yet another a matter of great import to bring to your attention.   There...

Pigs even like to nap in kiddie pools. Wilma: Long, long ago in the Holocene, the Great Past Pigs made friends with humans. Pigs saw that...

Greetings.   I shall dispense with ritualistic exchanges and cut to the chase, to use a relevant turn of phrase: What were you thinking?!...

The essence of porcine beauty. Wilma: Long ago, humans honored the Great Pig Way. They sang songs in praise of pigs, they danced for...

Greetings.   Henry here, as usual.   I’ve come upon a most delightful synchronicity. Did you know that pigs spend nearly as much time as...

Two big pigs adapt to one small kiddie pool. Wilma: The Babirusa, the Warthog, the Wild Boar, the Peccary. All pigs. The Duroc, the...

Greetings.   As I labor for the common good, the reduction in time available for napping remains foremost in my mind. This is a sacrifice...

Wilma: Look around at the Patch, and you’ll see pigs. There is a pig snuffling, there is a pig scratching. There are pigs eating, there...

There they are. Five of them. And one must go. But how to choose? “Wide shoulders narrowing to a point”? “Ginormous”? “Elongated”? Or...

Greetings.   Like humans who perform multiple jobs, I, too, struggle to juggle my varied responsibilities. As a cat of class and...

Wilma demonstrates how pigs love to eat. Wilma: Pigs are silly, pigs are hungry. Pigs love to eat, pigs love to scratch. Pigs know how to...

“…we cannot fight old power in old power terms only. The only way we can do it is by creating another whole structure that touches every...

Greetings.   It is with regret that I write to inform you of unrest at the Patch. As I gain fluency in the intricacies of chicken...

Mona practicing the "Great Pig Way." Wilma: When pigs began helping humans, humans were grateful. People saw that pigs were smart and...

A neighbor moose. The catastrophes add up: calamitous weather whips up hurricanes and heats the oceans; basic rights and the sense of...

Henry, moving at his typical pace. Greetings.   I write in haste. A deputized cadre of chickens has initiated contact with me, asking...

Mona and Wilma eating hay together. Wilma: The Great Past Pigs decreed that pigs should help humans by giving them good food. Now there...

To dwell is to leave a trace. Jorie Graham