No-one escaped yesterday. Phew. My fences held. Everyone stayed home. But it was a staying home kind of day. No sun. No wind. No light. No dawn. No dusk. Just Day. Dusky day all day.
Lady Astor was nice and quiet – her hormones have settled back down. So she was allowed back out onto her grass.
The plonkers. There is one of these plonkers who has no respect for the electric fence and every morning is on the wrong side of the fence digging up the field. The moment I come out with a bucket she ducks back under the electric wire with a little yelp and races back to the bowls. Naughty pig. Yesterday she hung with the pack though. No wandering for her yesterday. It was a waiting kind of day. An in-between day.
Molly’s Three are doing exceptionally well. They found the edges of their pen and the hot light creep very fast. Some litters just terrify me with safety concerns but these three are doing very well. The littlest piglets still make use of their light in the night time but it is almost time to turn it off in the day. The days will remain warm for a while yet. (Highs of high 60’s and high 70’s this coming week). They certainly are big enough to do without the extra daytime heat now. These wee girls are huge with all the extra milk they are getting. I never hear them drinking – there is no need to fight.
They are very cautious with their big field mouse ears that hear everything.
The red light is so garish in a coloured picture. Black and white is better.
Here is LuLu.
Yesterday was completely still and deeply damp. There was no breeze at all. The air hung about apprehensively, non-committal to daytime light. The dogs and I brushed through tiny droplets of water that hung in the misty half-lit air as we worked. (Boo ghosting beside me, tied to my trousers with a long piece of orange baling twine due to the fact that he is on his, every-other-week, No Run week). We felt damp but were not wet. Haunted wet. Like walking through memory wet. The ground squelched under us, the birds on branches; huddled. Every sound open sea amplified then shuttered then open again. LIke my ears were turning on and off. Ton’s belly thickening with mud from going under fences. The day felt like it should be cold but it was not cold exactly. Ambiguous. Someone walking over your grave kind of shivery cold. I kept putting my warm layer on and off. My emotional self putting it on and my good sense taking it back off again. And so still. Everyone stayed as put – close to home.
I hope you have a lovely day.
WEATHER: There may be a little sun today.