Finding Sheila

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