The farm yard is strangely quiet; those pigs have gone off to their happy hunting ground. They have been such characters about the farm, and we will all miss them, dogs included. Mist and Roy, the sheepdogs spent hours on end with their noses glued through the spars in the fence, watching the pigs’ every move. The pigs in turn played up to them, happily goading them, snuffling at them, and on occasions much to the dogs' annoyance, completely ignoring them.
It is a comforting thought to know that the pigs had a very happy time while here, they had a lot of freedom and a tremendous amount of love, and they will be coming ‘home’, even if it is a journey to the happy farmer’s freezer. He can at last relax once more, safe in the knowledge that most of his hedge has survived, and the majority of his fences are still intact, that is until NEXT time!!
The happy farmer continues to make good progress with the extension, carefully pegging out neat lines to follow, as he gradually builds up the walls, each block carefully secured in place. The hens, as ever, are keeping him company, continually trying his patience, as they parade across the neatly set concrete, clucking and chattering away to him as he works. Their contribution is to paint the concrete white, leaving little dainty ‘parcels’ here and there for him to step in.
Until next time....