And This Little Piggy . . . .

Firefighters dispatched to a farm in southern Australia on a report of a possible natural-gas leak instead encountered a mammoth sow in the midst of a flatulence frolic.

“She got very excited when two trucks and 15 firies turned up and she squealed and farted and squealed and farted,” said fire chief Peter Harkins.

“I haven’t heard too many pigs fart but I would describe it as very full-on.”

Fifteen firefighters and two trucks responding to a suspected gas leak on a small farm at 10:30 on a Tuesday night may seem a tad excessive . . . except when one considers that Australia does have a tendency to periodically burst into flames and then burn for weeks and weeks. Chief Harkins in fact credited the farm family for contacting authorities: “It’s all bottled gas up here and a leaking cylinder could pose a major fire risk.”

However:

“When we got there, as we drove up the driveway, there was this huge sow, about a [265-pound] sow, and it was very obvious where the gas was coming from,” said [] Harkins.

Harkins said the day had been wet, warm, and slightly humid.

“Smells are always exacerbated in those conditions. We got to the property and we could smell a very strong odour in the vicinity.

“It didn’t take us too long to work it out because we could both smell and hear her.”

The pig is apparently a family pet, friendly and docile. But, as the Herald Sun suggested, the animal may require a change in diet. As Harkins told a Melbourne radio station:

“I don’t know what they were feeding this thing but we certainly heard it.”

Harkins said the owner of the flatulent pig had apologised for calling 15 firefighters to his farm at Axedale, near Bendigo.

“He was a little bit embarrassed to say the least. It took us a little while to compose ourselves, to speak to him,” Harkins said of Tuesday’s incident.

The animal’s humans, protective of their pig, have sent the sow into seclusion, and refused photographers permission to snap shots of their porker. The pigs pictured on this page, then, are only possible suspects.

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5 Responses to “And This Little Piggy . . . .”


  1. 1 Elva November 29, 2009 at 12:59 pm

    I have had my laugh for today. My parents had two pigs when I was growing up. They were named Henrietta and Penelope. They were like pets to me until the day I came home and they had been slaughtered. Oh, how I cried but we needed the meat. They did have a problem with a smell sometimes after they ate.

    • 2 bluenred November 30, 2009 at 11:21 am

      They should have at least told you what they were going to do.

      Thomas Hardy, in Jude the Obscure, has a sad little scene about a pig who is slaughtered by the people he thought to be his friends:

      “However unworkmanlike the deed, it had been mercifully done. The blood flowed out in a torrent instead of in the trickling stream she had desired. The dying animal’s cry assumed its third and final tone, the shriek of agony; his glazing eyes riveting themselves on Arabella with the eloquently keen reproach of a creature recognizing at last the treachery of those who had seemed his only friends.”

  2. 3 Elva November 30, 2009 at 11:48 am

    Yes, the pigs were hanging up on a line and the blood was coming out of them. My Dad had hired a butcher to do this horrible job. I forgave mt Dad as he went thru the depression and worked as a painter and paperhanger and sometimes he did not get paid, but he brought home food for out family. Sometimes we learn a lot in our earlier years and grow up to understand how we can forgive all things. I really love some of your blogs.

  3. 4 qwynna July 14, 2010 at 6:46 am

    can i check pig balls


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