Must have been the hottest weekend of the year so far, so, being the caring sort of bloke that I am, I planted a parasol out in the field to create a bit of shade for my rapidly growing herd. I suppose it was ambitious, and shouldn't be surprised that they didn't bother with the shade, but chose to use the post as somewhere new to rub their backs!! Well it served a purpose if nothing else. Plan B was far more successful, I put the hose into a hole they had dug for themselves and created a pond of mud! This was more like it for m'pigs! They loved it and spent much of the day wallowing in it. The bizarre thing is, it's suggested they like a wallow because it cools them off, which I can understand...... why then, do they still snuggle up to one another like there's no room anywhere else? Stoopid Pigs!
Reflections so far......
Things they don't tell you in the Pig Keeping Books......
1. While trimming the grass under your electric wire (so the fence doesn't arc to earth), try to resist the temptation of putting your scythe straight through the wire thereby releasing curious pigs.... Yes folks, it was me. Bloody idiot, I felt like a complete clot chasing round trying to keep them in while also gathering up enough slack on the wire so I could tie the two ends together while praying that the Pigs hadn't realized I'd turned the juice off!!!
There's bound to be more where that one came from.... in time.
"If there was one thing you could change?".........................
I know EXACTLY what that would be. I vividly remember my friend Chris Jopling telling me, "Mitch, when you build a pig house, make it so you can lift the top off to clean them out" Did I? Did I heck. Which is why sunday mornings are spent kneeling in pee soaked straw shovelling pig turds out into the barrow.
Well, enough of my ramblings, it's dinner time and then I'm going out into the garden with a cup of tea, lean on the fence, listen to the birds and the occasional grunt from the snorkers and just marvel at how lucky I am.