Here, to make you smile, are some of the piglets born a couple of weeks ago, on the day they were taken from the farrowing pen into the great outdoors. The grass is so long I have to hunt for all of them; it's a porcine jungle out there.
Utterly gorgeous, utterly toasty to the touch, the most beautiful of the livestock on the farm, to my eyes, anyway.
Today the shearing has been done and the sheep are so relieved to be rid of their sweaty coats.
It's the usual pain-in-the-bum rigmarole for the rams, now penned in tightly for the next few days whilst they get reacquainted, not that they ever left each other's side, but without their fleece they are apparently strangers. I'm sure I'd know a pal if they grew a beard or went bald but that isn't so for sheep.
Off to freshen all the water buckets - on a hot day it's interminable.
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Sqqqqqquuuuuuuuueeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaallllllll! They are so gorgeous!!
Aw! So cute. Shame they become bacon or sausages in the end. I've got original names for the two piggies. The top one could be called Pinky and the bottom one Perky.
Squeak, piggy, squeak
oh piglets are just wonderful!
So cute!
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