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”
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.”–that, my friend, made me laugh out loud and read to the hubby as we both enjoyed your pictures today. I think Tima is part dog with the dishwasher attraction! How adorable. Thank you for the glimpse of Marmalade. I have missed him.
Celi, you are slacking! You need to teach Tima to empty the dishwasher for you! 😉
I think she may offer to clean them for me first too! morning grannymar
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Sorry, but pig; kitchen; fire; crackling. No matter what, that fourth word just keeps popping in there. My April “In My Kitchen” isn’t nearly as interesting as yours. Actually, my life isn’t nearly as interesting as yours. 🙂
I love love love that little piglet! How big do they grow? Not that I’m thinking about getting one, no I’m not. Really. I really must get into that beautiful “In my kitchen” post, I never think of it when I have something interesting in my kitchen. I can feel the rains in my head, I suspect it’s what you had yesterday.
OMP (Oh my pig!) So adorable!! Tima reminds me of someone… I’m trying to put my snout on it… who can be? Oh yeah ME! Snorts. XOXO – Bacon
Brilliant – she’s ging to be trouble! 🙂
Viv groans: another hilarious post, yet more cute pictures. And all written like the best sort of prose poem!
Good hunting for Sunday.
love,
ViV
That first descriptive paragraph and then those piggie in trouble photos are incredible. C, you are beyond talented. Beyond, I say.
This just made my morning, my afternoon and my day! All wonderful antics…and isn’t marmalade looking smug! love it.
The cuteness! It’s just too much 🙂
Love your little piggie. Her love of the dishwasher reminds me of a pug I had years ago who did the same thing, only he eventually learned to hoist his fat little body up on the door. Your pictures and commentary make me want a pig of my own, only that’s never going to happen here in the city. So it shall have to be another pug.
Oh, Celi, I think this is one of my favorite posts. While Daisy deer was in our home as a little fawn, and I had just taken on two new Japanese chin fosters, plus my own two Chin, the house was in shambles… but oh so much entertainment and love. You are the luckiest woman in the world!
We are expecting our feeder pigs this next week too! We will be purchasing ours from a Hutterite community on the east side of the mountains. So far the Hutterites don’t seem to have been effected by the porcine epidemic diarrhea virus so our prices remain the same as years past (whew! thank goodness!). How much did you have to pay for your little guys this year?
They will be 100 each at a small discount. They will be about 50 pounds in weight. This is a clean farm too, but he is sellling at national market rates and they have skyrocketed. Ah well the alternative is no bacon at all.. and I have all this milk just waiting for them.. How much are yours? c
I laughed so hard this morning when I checked in to see what’s up in your very interesting menagerie! LOL
So much cuteness I laughed out loud and had to show Summer the piggy and kitty! So much fun in your kitchen!!!!
Pigs are at an all time high price wise these days…for quite of few years the price was way down and not much profit in it at all.
Things are better for the cattle and pigs markets now! Just made ribs for lunch! Yum!
Hard to find a pig for deer season these days!
Have a great day and thank you for the cheeriness this morning!
Always, Mere and Summer 😀 😀
The cutest photo ever!