"So, maybe you don't want to come for the actual pig-herding itself. That could be a fiasco." Those were the words of my friend, Jim Dunlop, who'd invited me out to TLC Ranch to photograph something most people will never witness in their lives: herding a large number of pigs from one pasture to another. With only the services of only two men and himself to accomplish the task.
"Jim, everyone wants to photograph a fiasco. Would you deny me that opportunity?"
He laughed and allowed that I had a point.
The next thing to consider was whether or not I should bring Logan. Bob said yes, emphatically: Logan is smart, well-behaved, and could be trusted to a Very Good Little Boy in these circumstances.
And so it was on Friday afternoon, shortly after Logan's nap, that we arrived at the ranch, already finding Jim standing at the bottom of the big hill, uselessly shaking buckets of feed and calling, "Pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs" to a drove of pigs that had no more interest in him than if he'd been made of cardboard. Those are the pigs, at right, ignoring Jim, who is farther down the hill and out of the frame.