Another mystery: How can two piglets of the same age and from the same litter be so different in size? Wilma: Mona and I, we are...

Brussels sprouts at the market stand. My childhood was rich in bugs, books, and reptiles, but included just a few lonely and often...

Henry and his rather empty feed bowl. Greetings.   I write in a state of agitation. Let me remind you that my responsibilities as Patch...

Wilma: Traveling with people meant that pigs spread out everywhere. But some pigs liked less travel. Some people liked less travel, too,...

Greetings. How fortunate that I am able to set paw to paper. The Patch has become so noisy that any attempt at vocal communication is...

“You are a living force in the world. The minute you see you are not alone, that you are interconnected with all living beings, it...

Pig hooves (these are Mona's) are remarkably versatile, allowing pigs to travel comfortably through all kinds of terrain. Wilma: Early...

Greetings.   The lives of most dedicated public servants such as myself can be lacking in tangible accomplishment. Thus, it is with great...

Young Mona happily cleans up a "mess." Wilma: Pigs lived near to humans for many, many years. Pigs cleaned up the mess of people, and...

Greetings.   While the building of linguistic bridges can generate mutual understanding, I have discovered that knowledge of another’s...

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...