I thought I would show you what the Shush Sisters get up to during the day. Charlotte and Sheila. My naughty Hereford piggies.
The Shush Sisters have a night time residence in the barn. It has big inside sleeping quarters, that can be closed right up for the winter, and an outside concrete courtyard. In the morning they lie ever so quietly as I feed the other barn animals and birds and milk Daisy the cow.
They can count. And the moment the pump goes off after the last rinse of the lines, they leap up and watch me carry their milk out to the summer palace. Sometimes they start to squeal to me. But I tell them to Hush and they always stop. I say Wait and they stand at the gate, hopping from one hoof to the other, snuffling. I get their breakfast ready out in the field, then come back to the barn and open their inside door so they can run at high speed, through the barn, across the fields and into their summer palace.
The bigger grassy area is for play and far across this little field is their toilet. They do not use the toilet in the barn courtyard at all now. They wait until I let them out into their field. But they will not go until they have eaten. Food is always first. Good little piggies. Once they have eaten their breakfast they will scuttle across the field and do their business. No smelliness.
Then it is play time as I fill the water barrels all around the farm. They can come with me if they promise not to chase the cows. Everything they do has a comedic pogo stick action. With screeching halts as they process something in their little brains. Then they will whip their heads around and bam off they go at a high speed trot. These pigs do not stroll. Their movements are a series of high speed bolts.
Hosing and taking pictures can be dangerous. Especially if you have a little piggie intent on creeping up from behind so you will play with her stick or piece of weed or whatever she is carrying around.
In the late afternoon before chores we do some training. Coming when called, sitting or retrieving. Waiting. Not nibbling at miss c. Charlotte wanders about and Sheila does a lot of talking. They are not the most obedient class but they have a lovely time. They talk non stop during class too. Naughty piggies. In the evening we do it all backwards. Once I have finished the milking I lay out their evening meal in the concrete area beside their sleeping quarters and once the pump is off they begin to call out from the summer palace that they are ready for bed. I open the gates and they race through the gates and barn doors, back down the barn corridor, through the bedroom and out to their courtyard to have a wee snack of warm milk and eggs.
Every day. It is a pig’s life.
Good morning. I hope you all have something lovely to see or do today.
You know what I will be doing out here on the farmy.
On this day a year ago. Mama’s lasagna. And some bonus shots of Route 66 service stations. I love these old American service stations. Maybe I will make the lasagna for dinner tonight.