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.
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
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61 responses to “No thank you, my pigs are vegetarians!”
Charlotte might be the glue that holds the farmyard together ..maybe she is meant to stay? Glad for the link as I wanted the recipe for the pound cake and now have copied it!
Poo bum indeed! And as for TonTon retrieving the weeds, does this mean he doesn´t do like ours and try to dig everything up in the hope that at least one thing will be a weed and then they have done something useful?!
Oh dear.. no tonton does not dig thank goodness! c
Quite right too, although I don’t know why I take this moral highground as I’m about to cook crispy bacon and I don’t want to think about piggy wigs at all at this point:)
ah well.. needs must! c
Good for you!!! No meat for our pigs either…( we raised pigs/hogs for 35 years) Never meat…only soybean and corn and lots of weeds and kitchen scraps! Everyone of the pigs were delightful, full of fun and personality.
Now for a thought….have you ever seen pig meat that is from a pig raised with meat by-products? It is a redder color than a vegetable protein raised pig. Blood, meat and bones…in you meat that you get to eat, because you are eating what the pig ate once.
A vegetable protein raised pig is the ‘other white meat’. Also the meat is tender not tuff and hard to chew.
Well done, Ceciliag!
Linda
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Ha ha – well I got all excited at the mention of trotters, but I must admit those two pigs are so nice that even I might not want to eat them! I don’t see any harm in pigs eating meat, they are omnivores, but after the BSE crisis in Britain, a few years ago, I’d be very anti buying animals in animal feed. It’s a different matter if the pigs (like chicken) decide to eat small mammals or worms.
I don’t know what I’d do without getting my cute animal quotient in each day from the farmy. Minty, the Shushes and TonTon…so cute, and a lap pig, that’s a new one to me! Gonna check out your old posts now. Have a great rest of your day!
Good morning Betsy.. c
Sheila & Charlotte – it is perfect 😀
There is no doubt in my mind that not even Mama could keep these two buddies apart if she tried 😉
Good morning 🙂
Cheers
CCU
Both posts you linked to are interesting insights to the early farmy, esp the images on “Hot day on the prairie”… I love the feed & gas conversations. I often encounter similar re our house in the country, & you can just see/hear them thinking “Oh, you’re not from round here…” P.S. I’d been secretly hoping we’d be seeing Charlotte for at least a little while longer 🙂
Such a joy to visit the farmy each day!
I think it’s so cool how animals befriend other species. I was at a rural home once and saw a goat and a goose together in a fenced area. There were other goats, but the goose wouldn’t let those goats near “her” goat. I asked the home owners about this unlikely pair and was told she bought the goat and the farmer told her she’d have to take the goose also. Hilarious!
that is hilarious! .. c
Ha! It wouldn’t be their dirty feet I’d be worried about! Poo bum indeed.. 😉
I can just picture Ton bringing the weeds back in. My little one tends to do the same thing. Lol! Enjoy your evening C!
I had a potbelly pig for 11-1/2 years, Rosie (excuse me, Roosevelt T. :Pig) was a house pig and shared a bed with my two little Rat Terriers until he got big and I was afraid he’d roll over and squash them. At any rate one day he figured out how to open the refrigerator whereupon he took out a leftover pork chop and ate it. I never even found a trace of the bone and thereafter had to tie the fridge shut – once a pig learns something there’s no ‘unlearning’. He was a wonderful guy, loved me dearly but didn’t much care for anyone else. I would dearly love another but HH (happy hubby) isn’t too keen on the idea. He had to put up with Rosie because Rosie was here first, love me, love my pig!
That is a fantastic story. I am so impressed. A pig opening the fridge is priceless and he chose a pork chop! thank you for that great laugh! c
That should read ‘Roosevelt T. Pig, oops.
A pig in your lap! Whatever is this farmy coming to?! You might have to be tough and find another home for one of them soon.
I am still looking.. John forgets how big they will get,, c