Have you ever been to a pig race?

On Friday last week, the hubby took the day off so we could toddle out the farm where we got our CSA this year to pick a pumpkin or two. (Seriously, one or two was the plan. I don’t know how we ended up with four. I mean, yes, there are four of us. But the kids don’t actually carve their own pumpkins. They get all excited about the process for about ten minutes, and then as the scooping out of the guts goes on and on and on, they wander off. I really don’t think I want to carve four pumpkins.)

Before we got on the wagon to get our pumpkins, we decided to go through the fun play area that they have for the kids. There are bouncy cows to hop around on. Play houses. Old tractors to climb on and through. Mazes (so many mazes – it was great). A big bouncy pillow. It’s just a lot of fun. And as we were making our way from one thing to the next, we heard them announcing that the pig races would be starting soon.

Now, I have never actually watched a pig race before, but it sounded pretty fun, so we headed over that way. It was hilarious. They raced two pigs at a time (three in the last heat) and those pigs…they looked like they enjoyed themselves right up ’til they stopped in the middle because they found some stray corn on the path they were following. Then the race came to a screeching halt until Farmer Andrew gave them a little prod.

Honestly, the pig races were so much fun, I’ll definitely put them on our must watch list for next year. But it got me thinking…have you ever seen a pig race? Or something else somewhat unusual race? Was it neat?