Here piggy piggy piggy!

We left Warderick Wells on Wed. March 11th.  We are now getting used to running in rougher waters as a rule rather than an exception. We have really only seen two days of flat to one footers since we have crossed over. Most days it has been the 2-4s that we ran in today.   Not an awful ride but the fours made for less than comfortable for moving up and down the ladder to the fly bridge and Peanut was again in my lap.
Our destination, Staniel Cay. We actually anchored off the beach of Big Majors, a more protected anchorage with better holding than Staniel.  We would dink back and fourth to the town at Staniel parking the dink on the town beach or at the Yacht Club.
 A tourist attraction at Big Majors Cay is the swimming pigs. Boat loads of people come to the beach throughout the day. Our anchorage spot provided a front row seat and free entertainment as we listened to girls squeal, macho guys show off by picking up piglets, how bright is that, and little kids running up and down the beach from the pigs. Several of the pigs are really large and bold. They will swim to the dink and follow you back to shore. The one guy reminded me of a king size baby bird. Head up and mouth open he gets as close as possible so you will put the carrot in his mouth. Since he is a bit bigger than a baby bird it can be pretty intimidating. Heaven forbid you take to long getting the food out of your bag because he will try and crawl into your dink. When that happened to us I squealed and leaned as close to the other side of the dink as possible. Think about it a huge pig with his mouth wide open a foot from your face with one foot in your dink! You would squeal too! Tom waved his hat and yelled but rather than back off Mr. pig put the other foot up on the dink. Quick thinking Tom took his handy dandy walking stick and gave the pig a light rap on the nose. THAT backed him off and kept him on the beach next to us instead of in the dink. As the bag emptied the Mr. pigs short term memory and patience would cause him to get closer than comfortable again. Tom only needed to raise the magic stick and Mr. Pig backed up a foot or so.  My second trip to the beach I was braver. I got out and walked along the beach to try and entice a few piglets out of the thicket and share the food with the other pigs, something the big guy wont let you do from the dink.