Timatanga Moana the KuneKune Pig walks about the house squeaking like a badly oiled door. You know the one. The Hitchcock Door. The Virginia Wolf Door. The elongated Footsteps Man squeak as it opens and the bad guy creeps through. Accompany that with the pitter patter of four little hoofy feet on the wood floors and then a small purry noise, a crikk, crikk, crikk when she finds my bouncing foot. A woodish sound like a tree in a wind. This is a noisy baby. She wants food – lots of it , So far she eats apples, peanut butter, peas, broccoli, yoghurt, milk, rabbit food and hay. You can imagine the state of the snug.
There is absolute silence when she finds the wood stove because she is laid in front of it; fast asleep. There is no way I can describe to you a pig sleeping in front of the fire in my sitting room. At no time in my life did I wake up and think to myself, “You know what? I want a pig who will lay down and sleep in front of the fire.”
But she is like a two year old in the kitchen. Everything is upturned, pushed about, investigated, tasted and played in. And the moment the dishwasher opens she is running from wherever she is to the kitchen. It is her favourite thing. (Other than smashing down her dog gate). But she is too short to climb inside the dishwasher and spends some considerable time squealing in frustration trying to haul her fat little body up onto the door, until I lift her fat ront feet back off the door and shut it. There now I say, Off you go. No babies in the dishwasher.
Here; I will show you 5 minutes in the kitchen.
Oh speaking of kitchens! At the beginning of every month our friend Celia hosts a page called In My Kitchen. I am almost never organised enough to show what is in my kitchen at the beginning of every month. But this month! I am! In my kitchen is a pig!
This is not a set up. I was on the phone talking to the man about feeder pigs and there was a crashing noise and Tima had knocked over the bucket of milk.
There was not much in the bucket so only a lick of milk spilt..
so she crept into the bucket to get the last drop.
Then she tried to climb into the dishwasher for a spot of clean-up.
Marmalade, sittiing at the kitchen table, made sure we all knew that he was absolutely not involved in any way with these piggie antics in the kitchen! At all, thank you very much.
Celia keeps her In The Kitchen Column open until the 10th if you want to join in.
We had torrential downpours and high winds yesterday which was fine with us barn animals as it was sheltered and lovely in there and I got heaps of work done. I even found a sitting hen in the peacock palace! Speaking of peacocks we will be going to that animal market place again (we go the first Sunday of every April) this Sunday to see if we can find a peacock for Tui and Pania. We will never forget Kupa, but I would like these girls to have a mate. I will try very hard to ONLY come home with a peacock. Of course last year I came home with Boo. The year before it was Kupa.
Sunday will be busy because the feeder pigs arrive that day too. These are two pigs that I will raise for the family freezers. This year it is hard to find piglets to raise, they are very expensive, due to the virus that is running rampant through American and Canadian piggeries. And I am a working farm. I raise food here. I feed people. I like to feed people. If I could not grow my own meat I would not eat it. Especially now. For me it is very important to know where my food comes from. This is why I have this little farm. This is why I do what I do.
Have a lovely day.
Your friend on the farmy
celi
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64 responses to “In my Kitchen”
Oh how I love this!
That little pig is darling! She cleans up after you then you clean up after her. Seems a pretty fair arrangement.
Best In My Kitchen Post – EVER!
Have a beautiful weekend C and happy shopping on Sunday. Can’t wait to see “who” you bring home with you.
🙂 Mandy xo
And you do it so well! Morning Celi – glad you have moments of fun in your kitchen. My kitchen is always the place to be, with the dogs, cats and sometimes the odd chicken who has sneaked in!
Weather has turned nice here so busy with gardening for three clients and trying to catch up on my own. Have peas and beans in the ground, next will be the potatoes (waiting on them to start sprouting), have started loads of seeds in the greenhouse. so it is all go!
Hugs Lyn
Oh my goodness! Tima is a handful — but a gorgeous one! Of course she wanted to clean up after her foray in the milk pail! I giggled my way through your post this morning. Snowing here this morning – hope you have a good day!
That little Tima trying to climb into the dishwasher, then upending the cartoon of milk and climbing into it for the last drop, is so reminiscent of a very young child, that it’s precious. And must resurrect some memories of those early days…
Best Photo of the Morning – Pig in a Bucket! 🙂
i wonder why she is so interested in the dishwasher? i guess she is curious about everything. i can’t wait to see what you bring home from that market! will you ever have a goat?
I gotta add, too, that her little body inserted, just so, into the milk pail is a prize-winner. Is it going to become problematic that she’s growing oh-so-accustomed to being a house-pig? She’s a smart one, that’s for sure.
Not good for a dishwasher door to have a piggy leaning on it, but she is so sweet , and so tiny!
I always wanted to have a pig, very much like having a dog, one with a curly tail and if possible one that talks like Babe in the film. One that would follow me about and that I could take for walkies….just day dreaming…but I think your Tima is as near as I would ever get……Maybe when she is 200 lbs she will be more ladylike and not dash about like a madperson
love you and your animals…will be interesting to see what (or who) comes back from the market
Too funny, that little arse hanging out of the pail. She is very determined, isn’t she. Boo was not on the job! 🙂 I think we need a picture of a pig sleeping in front of the woodstove. A pig on the hearth, ha
I just read that article from the Wall Street Journal. Made my stomach turn a bit. Thanks for the info tho.
madly in love with Tima.
Your pig sounds a lot like my Mandy, except that with Mandy you lose the squeaking door effect! Have a great day!
Nancy
http://www.workingmomadventures.com
That pig is unbelievably cute. I want a pig in my kitchen.
What a cute little pig. She got lucky when you picked her . It’s raining in Germany. We’re remodeling my mother’s bathroom so she get into it with her walker. What a mess!