I lay on Sheila (my old Hereford pig) as she walked the field in the sun yesterday. She was wandering through the pasture, grazing, but she is so tall, up to my hip that it was easy for me to just slide my body over hers and lie there – she just walked slowly along grunting, with me hanging off her like a benevolent tick. She was in a good mood, she likes the sun and grass.
Can you see her extra set of legs – TonTon of course.
My home-field herd is doing well though Difficult is always getting lost. I lock her in at night so she stays undercover – she still has the occasional cough – so she finds it hard to bond with them. We will need to mind her in the cold especially if it is blowing.
All the gateways are deep with mud. Some gates I cannot even go through, I would sink straight into the mud and be lost without trace. The cows don’t care that I have to take the long way round.
Let’s look at Sheila again – isn’t she beautiful. I love Sheila.
My big fat pig.
Look at this shot – Violet is so embarrassed. “OH Mum.” I hear her say. “I am old enough to wash my own face you know. Stop it .. ” she whines in that internationally recognised sing songy baby voice. “People are watching. Oh Muuuum. ”
Violet is waiting for her dinner. I put feed into those little plastic tubs and all the big birds perch there to eat.
I hope you have a lovely day.
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
56 responses to “Sheila as a horse”
Look how lovely and green you still are…here we are frozen brown, with patches of dirty snow and ice, and then MUD!
Linda
snow and ice and mud – what a nasty combination.. c
It is…
At first glance I thought “Wow! Sheila has a set of teats all right!!” Didn’t look close enough to see they were furry too!
cheeky dog!.. c
At first glance I said to myself, “Wow! Sheila sure has a set of teats on her!” I didn’t look close enough to see that they were furry too.
Sheila’s coat is such a beautiful colour. You got good shots of her today. And the grass looks in a very healthy state. Love the title by the way, and the word picture of you riding Sheila. I never know what you are going to come up with next.
What a wonderful post today, makes me miss my Miss Piggy so much, I love a sweet gentle sow.. and yes, I have had a few piggy rides in my day, many blessings to you and yours .
I was thinking about a blanket also for Difficult….and I just love your Sheila…imagine a pig tolerating a hitchhiker! She’s a sweetie.
You have got to figure out a way to get a photo of you laying on Sheila!! xx
I love Sheila too! 🐷
Yes, I am awfully fond of Sheila also: I mean we joined the menagerie practically together, BUT I am SO happy to see how well Violet has grown . . . .bet she feels like a big girl! ‘Cut it out, Mom’!!!!
You are the luckiest woman alive with Sheila as your friend! She’s a magnificent beauty. Isn’t it wonderful to lay on/with her and feel the connection? I think it’s love. That’s how I feel about Daisy deer. She’s more wild now, but she still mutual grooms me, and she still lets me lay with her if she’s alone in the woods. Of course I do as the deer do… she faces the north and I sit or lay facing the south. We don’t say anything. She chews her cud and I just watch her. I just wish I had a nice set of hooves. I’m a real clutz trying to follow her with any grace in the woodlands 😦
A benevolent tick! Oh I laughed at that. Such a good turn of phrase.
Yay, I can comment again! I don’t have anything to say especially, just want to join in the comments again. I love the idea of being able to ‘ride’ a pig, like the old nursery rhyme! It shows how much Sheila trusts you, to let you do that.
Such a beauty, Sheila is. Your beautiful blog has given me a deeper love for the farm animals. I do hope that Difficult gets better before the hideous cold kicks in. We’ve had such a mild November and now December.
Yesterday I was (and still am) very busy in finishing a gift for my uncle’s 80th birthday next Wednesday – I’m crocheting a prayer shawl or scarf with a Portuguese lettering (he’s a priest who lived his whole life in Brazil – and still does, coming “home” every year). So hadn’t time to comment yesterday. – What a funny thing of you riding your Sheila. The photographs of her are all great, a beautiful animal she is, too. –
Btw. it must have been an angel who brought my neighbour to the insight to have removed the ugly stripes of light from that poor tree. I’m not anymore blinded in the nights. I do hope though he’s not working on another (bad) idea… 🙂
I can just imagine the UPS or FedEx driver pulling up into your drive as you take Sheila for a ride. I bet they just keep going, returning the next day when everything is back to normal. Little will they realize that this is normal for you and your Sheila.
Our Sheila.. c
Yes, our Sheila. 🙂