Wai Wai has become the bed-maker extraordinaire. In amongst the straw in the sunroom of the barn are a collection of blankets and old jackets for added warmth. Each afternoon Wai digs through and collects these items and drags them to his corner. Somehow he manages to arrange everything so that he can burrow under the big pink blanket and sleep. Clever pig. 
His bed is always the biggest and the highest. But like every ruler of every rich kingdom he has to defend it from rabble like Tima who is the laziest pig in the world – in fact she is more cuckoo than pig when it comes to beds. So when Tima and Tane stumble in late to bed, Wai will lie in his bed almost totally covered in his carefully arranged blankets and straw and proceed to growl like a particularly large bad tempered hay mound to warn off any looters.
It really is kind of amusing.
This is why Wai starts his bedmaking early in the evening. So he can guard his bed by sleeping in it. He is a bit like Sheila in this respect. Sheila spends a lot of her afternoon bedmaking too.
Ducks need no beds and will nap anywhere there is something to gather about. They gave me a fright yesterday morning by shifting their egg-laying premises to another part of the barn. Dropping a few eggs along the way like Hansel’s breadcrumbs so the nests were not too hard to find. I hope they keep their mobile egg factory inside the barn though!
At least ten eggs are always in two nests ( carefully covered in loose straw) the rest scattered about. I can collect anything from fifteen to eighteen eggs each morning. All laid before dawn. Ducks are so convenient.
When I came in from work yesterday evening to begin work on dinner Jude popped out of his house and began to behave like a real piglet. Climbing into all the low shelves and playing with bowls and pots ( eventually going to sleep in the wooly hat basket – which was full of dog toys that do not belong in the wooly hat basket).
I was feeling more and more optimistic for him as yesterday wore through the night.
This morning he was found playing with a discarded pillow beside the bed waiting for me to get up. He is improving. Thanks Gods.
More Airbnb guests coming today ( the last for a few weeks I think I need to check my diary) so I had better get to work. Beds and bread to make. As well as everything else.
I hope you have a lovely day.
Celi
WEATHER: Warmer, maybe even some more rain.
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39 responses to “WAI WAI’s BED”
Way to go, Wai! Keep the lazy interlopers out :*) I hope little Jude keeps progressing. He is adorable. I know you will miss him, but it will also be one less animal underfoot! Are you getting more sleep?
Yes! He takes a lot of time too! Plus I still am dog sitting for my mother in law. Too many animals in the house!
I can identify with Wai Wai today. Nothing like burrowing into bed for a nap in the early afternoon. At least I don’t have competition as Dexter and Comet both have their own. But unlike him, resting briefly and having to get up. To read blogs, write, and prepare for a evening with friends.
Sounds lovely. I long for an evening with friends. Have a lovely evening.
With all that scar tissue, it’s not surprising he’d feel the cold more than the rest, so his bed-making expertise makes total sense to me: )
Totally LOVE the header photo with all the wonderful barn board texture but (please, please pardon the rudeness of it:/ I also couldn’t help but notice the dry-rot’s started in WeiWei’s post… ):
And, how convenient to have eggs laid by a particular time!: )
That barn is too old and rotten the insurance company declined to insure it. Old old timber – from way before anyone tantalized anything.
Had a look but couldn’t find much:/
But just guessing that “Tantalising” is another type of Pressure Treatment/preservative for wood like “Wolmanising”?
I think bed making must be a thing with pot bellys, Roosevelt lived in the house and the laundry room was his domain. He had piles of rags that used to be blankets – he especially enjoyed ripping them up – and he’d spend hours shifting them this way and that. He also gave me that begrudging grunt when I covered him at night. This is the first year Percy is rearranging his straw, he always just burrowed into the pile.
My son in law grew up on a farm and they had ducks. He said his mother had to mount a search every day to find the eggs.
I HAVE DEFINITELY MISSED SOMETHING HERE..it must have been on the day I could not open your post…WHAT is happening to Jude?
Why are you shouting? Jude is going to his new home in a week?
Wai sounds like such a character with that bed! Love that shot of the ducks .. As for Jude, you sure will miss the little guy 🙂