Pigwatch

The little piggies have found their way under the gate to join Mr Pig much to their mother’s initial dismay.They have a ball over there as there is a small stream and so many more animals to tease. The best game is to wait until the ducks are walking down to the pond and then run really fast at them making them scatter. I would not have believed that this was a deliberate game had I not stood and watched it this afternoon. They were positively grinning as they headed back up the hill to an indulgent Mr Pig. This pastime led to all the geese, ducks, cockerel and goats standing nervously by their huts watching the incomers anxiously. The piggies cared not for the elders statesmen of the field and spent the afternoon pottering backwards and forwards between Mr and Mrs Pig. Before wasting so much time in pig-watching I ran with Liz at Furnace, a slightly shortened version but needs must. The rooms were to be done when I got back and then I settled to the aforementioned pig watch.
Total so far 7.3 miles

Sunday

All hands to help today despite the tiredness lingering on from:-
1. Busy week away and too many late nights (girls)
2. Too many late nights watching TV cop shows (Toby)
3. Coping with 1. and 2. (me)
It took less than two hours to move the stones, re edge the area, re cover with a (hopefully) more robust weed mat and then regravel with chippings from Grandad's drive which is so thick with chippings that the coal lorry nearly sank last week.
Pig news flash. Mr Pig was tempted into the next field away from Mrs Pig and the three little pigs on Saturday as we do not wish the pitter patter of more tiny trotters just yet. He is not surprisingly not all that delighted with this arrangement but is settling down and likes his new sleeping quarters. I cannot believe how much time they all spend snoring away in their lovely straw beds! They retire before I do and there is not a nose on sight before about 8-8.30.
Poppy is also quite outraged at the new occupant of her field and seems to be petitioning the others in a frankly speciesist way against poor Mr Pig, plus she nicks his pig nuts out of his trough when he is not looking. Ahhhh, the fickle memory of goats, she forgets that she was once the scary new comer.
Little run speeded along by the thought that the school bus may beat me home as I left it a bit late in the day. 2.8 miles