Halfpint by name, but not by nature

Meet Halfpint, the smallest of Doris’s litter and the last to be farrowed. He took a lot of effort to remove from the uterus, was not breathing when delivered, and took a lot of resuscitating to revive him. But while he may be a Halfpint by name, he’s not by nature. When all the other piglets have retired beneath the heat lamp to sleep, he’s still latched on to a nipple and suckling hard. When forced to quit because Doris has had enough, he’s always first back when she lies down again. Here’s to you Halfpint!

Here’s another character. Sleepy is the second piglet from the bottom and has a couple of distinctive white streaks spreading from the blaze on his snout. He’s been dubbed Sleepy because he sleeps when suckling, sleeps when walking and sleeps when, well, sleeping. At best, he rarely opens his eyes more than halfway.  The other piglets squeal and wriggle when picked up. When I pick Sleepy up, he opens one eye quizzically, yawns and goes back to sleep.