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Free screensaver. Marcel.

You all know that I do not mind at all if you nick any of my pictures from the blog.  You may have my words too, since they were yours in the first place. This image of Marcel is sure to become a screensaver on my computer for a while. You can have it if you like.

He is smiling because he is no longer a constipated lambie (For your reference he had a very successful series of soapy water enemas and a drink  of 1/4 cup of olive oil with a teaspoon of molasses and is all better thank you very much.) The crisis is averted for the moment. We will have to keep a close eye on him. Now can you please stop talking about my bottom, says Marcel. Go and talk about Sheila’s bottom instead.  Farms and bottoms. I don’t know.

The piggie midwife and her terribly handsome man came to see Sheila yesterday but she is showing no signs of going into heat at all. I threw brocolli and cabbage (Sheila’s version of the coleslaw diet) into her dish so that she would stand still and eat allowing the handsome man who knows lots about breeding pigs to have a look at her rear end from any signs of heat.

Hmm, he said.  He climbed back out of the pen. Well nothing so far. He tried to look positive.  Not so good really, but watch out for any agitation, pacing, ripping up stiff, messing with her feed bowl.

At the word BOWL, Sheila picked up the now empty bowl  and lifted it up high enough to shove it over the top of her gate.

Oh yes, yes, said the man. Getting excited.

Then he trailed off as I took the bowl, put a bit more broccoli into it and gave it back to Sheila.  The Piggie Midwife and I smiled at each other. No, she said to him. She does that all the time. She wants a refill. I told you she was a special pig.

The consensus is that she may not breed.  But we still have a few more days.  All is not lost. He was also deeply impressed that Sheila will eat alfalfa hay as the major part of her feed and has reached her rather vast weight this way.

My milking parlour.  Reclaimed. Swept out and now waiting for the walls to be scrubbed and lime-washed and the floors cleaned, then the gates will go back in and we will be ready for whatever comes next. Daisy’s udder is starting to fill. Not long now.

Good morning. I hope you have  lovely day.

Your friend on the farmy,

celi.