Tuesday, 20 March 2007

Scent of a pig

Okay, okay. It's not everyone's idea of a heavenly scent, but when you don't have pigs around all the time you really do miss that pungent sweet smell. Pigs are only on the farm during the spring and summer to fatten for pork and bacon, so during the winter months you miss their presence and their unique pong. Last night six beautiful 8-week old Berkshire weaners were trundled back from South Hams (yup, you couldn't make it up). When they are this small you carry them in your arms like a baby, holding one front leg and the opposite back leg. Held firmly, they lay happily and quietly. As soon as you loosen your grip or they feel less than secure, the squealing is dramatic. When I picked up the first one to move it into the trailer, the smell hit me - I had temporarily forgotten the particular perfume of a porker - it was lovely; warm, porcine, healthy. Not Apres L'Ondee perhaps, but joyous all the same. Now the six wiglets are chomping fresh grass and burying themselves in deep straw, none the worse for their journey. Undoubtedly, there will be updates on their progress.

4 comments:

mutterings and meanderings said...

Oh, they are gorgeous! I love piglets!

Anonymous said...

Ace ! A blog about piglets, written by a dog ! What sort of pooch are you, mopsa ?

Mopsa said...
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Mopsa said...

Hi Anon. Mopsa is a Bernese Mountain dog, older half-sister of Fenn (ditto), and you can see a photo of Mopsa if you scroll down to the blog called "Mopsa and Fenn move to Devon". They both adore pigs.