Piglets for sale - again

Yet another buyer has changed their mind and so we now have three birth-notified Berkshire weaner gilts for sale again. When I spoke to the buyer a fortnight ago, it was all on but when we came home this evening there was message on the voicemail saying they’d had a change of situation and no longer wanted their gilt. Argh! That’s the fourth person to cancel or change their order from this litter - and it happens with every litter.

Spooky!

Wacky Wizard and Demon Duck head out to do their All Hallow’s Eve turns for the neighbours and earn their treats. As Demon Duck told me, very seriously, “he’s a duck with vampire teeth and red eyes but he just looks scary, really he’s quite nice and you shouldn’t be too scared!” Anyway, after singing Three Blind Mice and Incy Wincy Spider, then reciting Today I Saw A Little Worm and The Tickle Rhyme, Wacky Wizard and Demon Duck received a treat of sweets - and even saved one for me. A good time was had by all.

PS Thanks to Jane and Douglas for the duck costume - the Wee Lad loves it. 

I just can’t be bothered…

…to stand up and eat my dinner. Doris, our expectant Berkshire sow, has developed her own, comfortable method for eating. She nudges the feed bucket into position with her snout, organises her bedding, and finally rests her head on the bucket so that when she lies down the bucket tips up and pours feed into her mouth. It’s definitely not accidental as I’ve seen her do it three times in two days.

A job? Why would I want one?

First, some context. I was up too late last night, I’d had a teacher try to volunteer me to help at school on short notice with the jibe “and it’s not as if you have a job”, I’d had the £10 pig phone call, I’d listened to the OH talking about a friend whose husband is at risking of losing his job and so on.

So when I penned the following I had steam coming out my ears and was feeling like the Rajah of Rants, the Nabob of Negativity and the Duke of Declamation.

I had almost decided not to post it, but the Other Half persuaded me to. If you read it, blame her and not me!