Pig Day

Margie chasing me  through the shit

Some days morph into nothingness don't they?
Blink and the day is gone....
and you look at all you have achieved , which is , more often than not, a huge load of nothingness.
On reflection I have been putting my time to good use, but clearing the poo and flotsam out of the pig enclosure, hardly sounds like glamorous or even interesting work.....
The pigs seem to love human contact and this afternoon, they had me all to themselves for over an hour and a half.albeit with hoe,spade and bucket of shit in hand. Margie spend most of the time galloping around  the enclosure in a full blown display of playfulness! Every few minutes she would charge me in an effort to get me to chase her and when I was not looking she would nip the back of my Wellington boots, taking small slivers of rubber off with her 

No 12 is much more laid back and somewhat friendlier

No 12 is a much more placid individual .Despite his impressive size and power..he is clearly a gentle giant of a pig, who is actually more endearing than the prettier Margie (Who is still chewing small mouthfuls of green rubber as we speak)
Everywhere I walked he would slowly follow, quietly amused at my huffing ,puffing and slopping out....he watched EVERYTHING I did with some precision, occasionally tip toeing up to me from time to time to check just how much I had placed inside the bucket before stepping back to his observation spot beneath  the trees
I now stink like an old drain