So I called him in and put Boo’s coat on him. Immediately he hunched then sat with a thump straight down onto the floor. He refused to look at me and refused to move. It was as though he had been tied to a brick and been dragged to the ground.
I sat with the camera and said Look at me Ton. He ignored me, hunched on the floor, totally miserable. Look at me, I said and he quickly shot me a bale ful look – deliberately out of focus. To me, then back to the window. Fast.
I hate this coat. he said. It smells. Made of lead. I cannot work under these conditions. Look at that! No-one is guarding Tima the Bad. No-one with a brain anyway. That pig will get away with everything with Boo in charge. He has no idea.
Alright, I said and opened the door. Ton raised his bottom from the floor as though it weighed a ton and stumbled across the sill to the veranda where he collapsed to the floor again and refused to move any further. For him the coat was a straight jacket – a punishment – an awful thing. So he sat in deepest gloom , refusing all commands, until I gave in and took the damn thing off.
The four middle sized pigs are still on form – getting fat and happy.
The Littlies are also dealing with the cold very well now though they still have the heat lamp over their midnight snack bowl at the entrance to their hut.
Aunty Del waits to be milked. Her production is just above one and a half gallons now. It is due to warm up a bit this week so I will dry them up and reshuffle the other cows to absorb two dairy cows into a herd of pregnant ones. With another small herd of beef animals. Even though Aunty is not pregnant she has to be on the lean pregnant girl diet. We don’t want her getting fat.
I hope you have a lovely day.
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