No thank you, my pigs are vegetarians!

Minty wants to show you her new friend. She is an old friend to us but new to Minty.

Wait, stay right there my new friend is around here somewhere. 

Now where did my friend go? I know I have one. 

Mama  said not to wander too far. But.. is she over there?

Here she is. Look it is Charlotte.  Charlotte!  See Miss C, here is my new friend. Can I keep her? Can I? Can I? Mama said it was OK but I had to ask you first. Charlotte called me a poo bum. What’s a poo bum?

They have talked me into keeping Charlotte a bit longer.   I have not been very successful in finding her a new home anyway. I don’t know many people here.

Sheila and Charlotte are generous with their affections.

No-one minds their snuffles and investigations anymore.

Sheila the naughtiest piggie in the world keeps trying to climb into my lap. I am ok if I am sat on the ground,  she will just try to roll me over to see what bugs I am hiding under there, but if I sit on my stool, she wants to sit in it too. A pig in ones lap is most uncomfortable. They are not called pigs trotters for nothing. There is no way Camera can capture the funny sight of me sitting in a paddock and Sheila with her two front feet in my lap trying mighty hard to get her short little back leg up.  And me trying mighty hard to shove her back off . I have little black bruises on my thighs from that sharp little Shush. Plus her feet are NOT clean. Poo bum indeed.

Good morning.  Today we will be doing more weeding. Though I would be grateful if Ton Ton would stop retrieving the weeds as I throw them  out into the field.  I walk along pulling and throwing, and at the end of the row I look back to find all the grasses returned neatly to the garden.

I went to buy more pig food yesterday, along with Daisy’s oats and barley and they were out of my regular stuff. When I looked at the ingredient list of a new bag they offered me at the feed store, I saw that it had animal products in it. How disgusting. No thank you, I said. My pigs are vegetarians.  I am not going to feed pigs to my pigs.  The girl agreed because I am the customer and the customer is always right and is ordering more of my good clean pig food.

Have a lovely day. I am yawning as I write this morning.  Up too late last night.  My 5 – 9 job  kept me up until TEN.! Horrors!

celi

PS. Yesterday I missed the introduction page from a year ago.

A hot day on the prairie

And today a year ago my brain went on the blink. I am not sure why I was surprised.  There is a conversation in here I might lift out and store in the Farmy Book folder.  We might work it into something.

The day my brain went on the blink

c