Pigs in wallows are one of my favorite sights. Just as pigs sleeping under trees and cows munching on grass. All favorites. I know I should have only one favorite but I have more than one and they change every day.
Yesterday as I was driving to work I saw two bales on new hay on the side of the road. Another favorite thing. I was in the little VW so I sped up rushed into work and told Jill the Mill Manager that there were bales of hay on the side of the road. Right on the bridge thing that goes over the motorway.
Immediately she leapt up, (you can tell she is a farmer) grabbed her truck keys and we roared back up the road and as she paused in the middle of the overpass I leapt out, waved to the traffic and hurled them into the back of the truck.
We went down a little further to turn around and head back to work and a man was standing in front of his own truck flagging us down. I thought maybe it was his hay but no, he had found two more bales on the motorway, saw us grabbing the other two and did we want these as well? Yes, we did! Much hilarity and thank yous and back to work we roared our booty firmly packed in the back.
(Hopefully this vid plays for you – happy pigs).
Everyone got fresh hay in their beds yesterday afternoon.
Poppy – the fields are so long – she is a happy pig.
WaiWai is an unhappy pig because I put his cover on. His skin is so thin even with sun tan lotion his skin is bothered by all this new sun.
We have run into a few issues with the new mower and it’s operator so the hay cutting is on hold again. Since my old hay man no longer does hay and everyone else is in the field I will patiently wait.
Maybe the four bales were some kind of cosmic consolation. Here’s four bales just hold on a little longer. Ok. I am holding on.
But we could have got the hay in twice over in the last week. But, there you are, my co-worker has run into some pretty bad luck. Ok. Back to patiently waiting.