Pigs on the Move.
The floods of yesteryear have left the paddock very green. Sadly closer inspection proves that it is supporting the most luxurious crops of docks ever seen in the county. The odd sparse blade of grass peers out forlornly.
Happily an amiable young man, Neil, will deal death to the docks using his quadbike sprayer when the conditions are right! ie. still air with no rain.
Step one remove the pigs. Since it is a known fact that they will do anything for a ripe banana, with my heart in my mouth, I carefully lead them out of the paddock, through the garden, along the drive, where they find the shingle hard going, up the road, fortuitously clear of traffic, and into my very obliging neighbour's orchard. It goes more smoothly than I have any right to expect.
They promptly rugby tackle his chicken feeder and gorge on chicken food, the ducks and hens looking on in consternation. The following day, due to over vigorous use as a back scratcher his bench collapses. They also have really good wallow in the duck pond. The usual inhabitants consider this a breach of good manners.
The wind gets up. Next day it can only be described as brisk. The next day it rains. The rains stops, the wind returns and so it goes on.
After four days I give up and lovingly return Duchess and Blossom to the paddock.
Tomorrow will doubtless be perfect spraying weather, They can go in the chicken run, there is a limit to what one can expect of a neighbour!
Happily an amiable young man, Neil, will deal death to the docks using his quadbike sprayer when the conditions are right! ie. still air with no rain.
Step one remove the pigs. Since it is a known fact that they will do anything for a ripe banana, with my heart in my mouth, I carefully lead them out of the paddock, through the garden, along the drive, where they find the shingle hard going, up the road, fortuitously clear of traffic, and into my very obliging neighbour's orchard. It goes more smoothly than I have any right to expect.
They promptly rugby tackle his chicken feeder and gorge on chicken food, the ducks and hens looking on in consternation. The following day, due to over vigorous use as a back scratcher his bench collapses. They also have really good wallow in the duck pond. The usual inhabitants consider this a breach of good manners.
The wind gets up. Next day it can only be described as brisk. The next day it rains. The rains stops, the wind returns and so it goes on.
After four days I give up and lovingly return Duchess and Blossom to the paddock.
Tomorrow will doubtless be perfect spraying weather, They can go in the chicken run, there is a limit to what one can expect of a neighbour!
posted by Diary Cow at 10:18 pm
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