Sheila as a horse

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