Sheila my Big Fat Pig is being VERY NAUGHTY.
I could not work out why the calves were spending so much time out of their nice big shelter in the Rat House, so this afternoon I went in to see what was going on.
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.
It is like a top bunk but with the bottom bunk filled with straw. If she were the princess she would not feel the pea.
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.
That PIG.
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.
Love celi
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.
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43 responses to “Sheila the Thief”
Gave me a good laugh to start my very cold day…..
Sheila is definitely VERY smart! 😜
Too funny!!!
That’s hilarious – poor Sheila must be feeling the cold 😉
oh I’d love to see a photo of Sheila’s big fat bed
Grey haired old Lady’s can still be cunning 🙂 This doesn’t sound like it bodes well for your weather if Queen Sheila is building such a deep bed. Laura
Oh my, that Sheila doesn’t miss a trick! Poor calves. I guess serious middle age is catching up with her. We certainly won’t mention it to her!
Naughty, naughty Sheila 🙂
She is as amazing as she is immense.
Oh and one more thing. By the looks of it: BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
[D] Delightful, Celi, absolutely delightful. We too have a princess. Princess Pickle is – since the demise of Molly – top cat of the four, and my doesn’t she make the others know. She can tell the variety of pea and it’s hardness through fourty layers!
[J] Love your winter photos. We’re currently basking in a winter heat-wave roaring up from the Azores, with outdoor temperatures of 12 degC at 6am, now 15degC (mid-day). Unfortunately the wind needs some strength to get here and still be that warm, and it’s brought half the Atlantic Ocean with it! But back to cold tomorrow, but still no snow for us.
Maybe Princess Sheila knows something we don’t about the upcoming winter! So funny! You can’t exactly scold her, can you?
That is “wisdom” hair, and Sheila didn’t get to be Queen without throwing a little weight around the farm. Those images are beautiful. The Canadian air arrived here Monday. We expect the rush of Arctic air this afternoon. I’m dreading it. I will be at the Ag store this morning getting straw bales to scatter for deer and chicken bedding.
That Pig! She provably feels she should be accommodated in style to match her size. A queen-sized pig requires queen-sized bedding, don’t you know? And that hair’s not white, she simply has natural highlights.
Our girls used to do exactly that – starting about two or three weeks before they were due to litter out. 🙂