Torrential rain out on the plain. At least it was not for long. But it poured.

As piglet neared the end of his third day he found himself totally alone. All his family had died one way or the other. A resilient wee fellow he decamped to the pile of my dirty farm clothes. They smelt right I guess.

I won’t go into this story in detail. – it is too sad. But I rescued these two tiny hours old piglets from the abattoir yesterday.