I pushed through the mob to see what had caught their attention. Sheila has taken over their very large pen. She has her own shed in the corner of the field but she has decamped to the calf house. And not only has she set up housekeeping in the back corner of their house but she has stolen their beds, she has shifted every scrap of straw from the calves floor to her corner and created the biggest pig bed known to mankind.
Merciful heavens – That Pig.
So, because she had stolen all the straw off the floor of the calves shelter leaving them to sleep on wood chips, I took out another bale of straw to the calf shed to make beds for the calves. My poor little black and white herd followed me and the bale of straw into the Rat House, they looked so hopeful as I broke the bale and laid it out making them a warm space far from Sheilas Queen sized double bunk bed.
But oh no – up this enormous pig rose from her bed and tottered over saying thank you very much Miss C it looks like it is going to get colder and these young things don’t need all this bedding, and as fast as I could spread it out she was grabbing big mouthfuls and carrying them up onto the top of her bed placing the bedding strategically as though filling cracks in a wall.
The little cows just shuffled their feet, disconsolate, bewildered, completely out of their depth. Minions in Sheila’s little kingdom.
I will have to take more straw out there today.
Boo put all four feet on the ground when he was walking with me to the barn today. A definite improvement. But we are still taking it Slow, Slow.
I hope you have a lovely day.
PS Don’t tell Sheila I told you but some of the red hair on her back is turning white. I never knew that could happen to a pig.