Molly waits for her food with her feet up on the wall. The others clamour and drool but she lays in wait (and drools). She puts her head down and pretends to be the sweetest pig in the world then when I am close and (hopefully) not concentrating she will lunge up off the wall in the hopes of upsetting all the bowls of food into her own mouth.
She has quite the wicked glint in her eye don’t you think?
We are still waiting for Poppy to show whether she is pregnant or not. We need to remember that this is only her second date. She may farrow in either eleven days or thirty-two. And no-one is saying.
I was going to get The Cadet to sit with Txiki Chick to give you some idea of how small the calf is. But she fell asleep up in the Peacock Penthouse much to Geraldine’s delight and was not available as a hand model.
Maybe today I will think of something.
Lady Astor sure does a baby in that belly though.
I hope you have a lovely day
PS When I describe this blog to people I tell them it is like Soap Opera with Animals. It is true too – the plot lines move really slowly, no-one says terribly much, you can watch any day and be up to date in one viewing and I could swear some of the cast are wearing wigs!