Twice a day now I take the pigs for a walk down by the Creek that is really a Ditch. 
NO not you Baby Bobby. Just the pigs.
We wander about a bit, the dogs and Poppy run ahead and then run rings around Sheila and I as we walk along.
Then after a bit I turn everyone around and we do the same thing all the way home. There is never a problem. The pigs know that it is walkies first, food second. The dogs love to run. Sometimes I worry that they will all run off into the bean field and never be seen again but they don’t. They stick with miss c.
Yesterday I had walked ahead to get their dinner ready and forgot to go back and shut the gate to the creek. Later I realised that Sheila had disappeared. She had taken herself back out for another walk. Not Poppy though. Poppy haunts the gate by the house just in case there are any kitchen scraps flying across the top of it.
I wandered down and and out the gate and walked the track a bit and there Sheila was.
My behemoth of a pig. My Mighty friend. Mooching about in the long grass.
I said, “Are you coming back home?”
“Soon miss c,” she said, “Soon. There is some good tucker down here”. Munch, munch.
And later on there she was, back in the field drifting slowly like a great brown muddy gentle cloud towards her bedroom.
I love Sheila. My big fat pig.
I hope you all have a lovely day.
Your friend on the farmy
miss c
The Kitchen's Garden 
33 responses to “Finding Sheila”
She certainly is one of a kind, your big fat pig 🙂 Laura
you are so practical sometimes yet at others you are softer than a marshmallow left in the hot sun!
Sheila is certainly very lovable and is a real character but I think that all you animals have character..is it because they live with such a one…
How are the peacocks.
have a really great day..how could it fail to be so when you have such wonderful company
The peacocks are free but not coming out too far.I am terrified of the predator birds though i have not seen any for a while and I cannot keep them locked up forever. They hang about the barn especially today as it is raining with thunder and lightening! c
Ah, Sheila! Pigs are truly amazing creatures. Thanks for letting us all share in the love affair with Shelia the Big Fat Pig!
I must get on and order those T shirts too.. in the winter there will be no good pasture to munch on.. c
T-shirts sound great!
A muddy cloud. Such a giggle. I love that. Good morning to you all, c. xx
Morning Misky darlin’.. c
This blog makes me very happy. The colors are beautiful, aren’t they? Reddy brown pig and golden green late summer grass.
I love that long long grass, she does too.. c
Aw, love comes in all shapes and forms… Sheila is a big love bug! Good morning Celi!
Morning Lori darling. You with your herd of deer!.. c
Oh Sheila, what a good girl you are, coming home to bed after enjoying your delicious tucker (love that word). Poppy, on the other hand, is like one of my middle school students, twirling about in her own little world. Thank goodness Poppy has Sheila and Ton to corral her when necessary. 🙂
Good morning! So happy it is Friday!
Bless! I guess she found something good to sniff. If only you had a forrest – I’m sure she’d be good with truffles 😉
Oh how i would love to have a forest. It will be a long time before my trees make a forest. c
The pigs would love that 😉
[laughter] I regularly receive a number of on-line gardening offers: two in the last week have advertised ‘trees to grow for truffles’ since this has become quite a ‘big industry’ in Oz during the past decade . . . . methinks these are still ‘oaky’ things, aren’t they?
Apparently truffles like beech, poplar, oak, birch, hornbeam, hazel, pine and possibly other trees, but I believe the majority are found in well establish woodland, so I doubt they’d grow by planting a couple of trees. Truffles can be cultivated, but people plant groves of trees in order to “farm” them.
Not all truffles are worth a fortune. I’ve bought small truffles the size of a walnut (at the Boqueria in Barcelona) for a couple of Euros when they are in season:
MAD – thanks for all this info whilst I was having a lunch of Mongolian chicken stirfry which I would have so enjoyed with you . Now I have places seriously ‘harvesting’ truffles within about 40 kms of me – so, since I just love their taste, have to make more of an effort to learn!! Have a decent weekend!!!!!!!
A brown cloud with a silver lining our Sheila !! These shorter days are precious as the feel of autumn is in the air, and the light softens. How’s “boss” ….. She’s had me worried !
Have an extra cup of tea today !! It’s a great way to enjoy the rain ….cheers
Nanster
Boss is down the back eating drinking and all those things. Daisy is shiny, putting on a little weight and definitely standing up straighter. Her wound is still draining which I think is a good thing. The scabs are off and it is pink skin under there. The test came back pregnant for her which we are surprised about. She is getting extra rations now and seems so much calmer and happier.. so far so good anyway.. I will tell her you asked after her.. c
Thanks !!
Hi, Miss C. It’s fun to find my way back here! I’ve missed you and the farmy. I see Sheila is still in fine form. Someone mentioned the “feel of fall in the air”; how we wish, here in Mississippi. We’re having temps in the high nineties, sporadic rain showers. Typical steamy August.
Steamy! that describes it..morning gerry.. c
That Sheila is just too wonderful! As are you!!! xo
I love that story so much it brought tears to my eyes. Someday I want to work on the Farmy. If I had a bucket list, that would be on it.
Sheila ‘s ways immortalize her!
She was having a little “me” moment all by herself!
Ah C. I just read this to Dave as we wend our way across the country back to Michigan passing farm after farm after ranch after ranch and I bet nothing as endearing as what you’ve just described with Sheila happens on any of them them!
We love Sheila too!