Walking the escapee back home, no shackles required. There is never a dull moment around this place, be it caused by the kids, or the animals or one of our projects. Last Wednesday was no different. The day had been spent with various chores and tasks, with a quick break in the afternoon for some hydration. As I headed back outside I surveyed the lower pastures as I always do. Wait, what is that large, red, mass, ACROSS the river? That would be Lyle, who waded the shallow spot to check out the great green yonder. Before Nate could make it down there, he was gone. Where to? Why? We are a pretty close distance to a dirt road as the crow flies, or pig lumbers. Horrible thoughts of an accident caused by hitting a 600 pound boar, spurred me to convince my dad to drive with me down the road and across the fields on the other side of the river. It took some time, and we did find Lyle's trail, just as my cell phone rang. Nate was calling to report that he could see Lyle, across the river, up the hill, in the neighbors' front yard. Great. I made a quick trek to the spot, and started to talk to my wayward hog. He looked surprised, and happy to see me, and lumbered over "talking" all the time. Luckily he followed me home, with the help of his feed bucket that Nate brought over. Lots of grunts, heavy breathing (that poor pig was tired!) and we made it home. He was put in the "detention" pen, which does not have access to the river but has plenty of shade, vegetation, and fencing! Best outcome we could have had in this instance.