Or: Why it Takes Three Hours to Clean One Piggy Stall
I like the word “cacophony”. With its combination of hard and soft consonants and the emphasis on the second syllable, it is one of those rare words that mimics the phenomena it represents – “a discordant and meaningless mixture of sounds” (Dictionary.com).
And those are the sounds that kept me entertained as I performed the weekend ritual of mucking out the piggy’s winter potty stall right down to the bare stall mat. The task is one of my least favourite; during the week, I do a superficial raking and scooping and add a few more shavings each day, and at the weekend I shovel and bag the whole remaining mess and haul it away. It stings the eyes and nose, it permeates the clothes, and most of all it hurts the back.
But the task was made far less onerous today due to the chorus of piggy voices that serenaded me as I went about my work.
What amazes me about piggy sounds is the range of tones and vocalizations. Some days, like today, I swear that barn holds a cow, a mouse, several chickens, a dog, a horse and a donkey all camouflaged in piggy’s skins.
And so, instead of getting on with that burdensome task of stripping the stall, I grabbed the camera and recorded the sounds.
A cacophony of piggy voices – music to my ears.
Turn on the speakers and enjoy.