… PIG Farmer. When did I become a pig farmer? I am sure that was not my intention.
I say yes to a few twists and turns then Bam without so much as a by your leave I am in possession of multiple pigs in varying stages of growth, nutritional requirements and expectations. 
Tima is still showing no signs at all of being pregnant and she has about two weeks to go before her first date.
The Plonkers and the gilts have finally settled into their new areas. Though the gilts Molly and Tahiti and less than impressed with their pen. Soon they will go out with Sheila and Poppy but only when I am sure there will be no trouble and they cannot escape. Because wild Tahiti is her mother all over again!
I hope you have a lovely day.
Love
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
23 responses to “When did I become a …”
I think we’re all laying the blame squarely with Sheila! Love those 2 little snouts 🙂
Pig Farmer! Made me chuckle, as that is how I refer to my husband. Even though we currently do not have any ages and stages of pigs … HE is A PIG FARMER. I am not. We are what we are! Much like a favorite saying of mine, It is what it is. Have a lovely day.
I’d say you became a pig farmer about the time you started wearing that t-shirt saying you loved your big fat pig. I could be wrong …
I’m a wee bit off here…those two pig snouts poking through the fence are the darlings things ever.
are you wandering back in time?
Yes, I’m time traveling! I love doing that. It’s especially nice to read newspapers that are about 3 weeks old…that way you already know you were lucky enough to survive whatever was in the headlines. On your blog, I like to dig back to the time before I “met” you…but I refrain from leaving comments. Hope you are well today.
Yes all is well and I am well. Things are getting quieter which is nice.. c