Today we had fun with pigs.
Our neighbour has been asking for months if we had space in our field and old sheds to look after two pigs who have outgrown their garden. It was to be a shelter for sausages deal.
I had initially refused, telling him that we were sadly hypocrites, who eat bacon but couldn't keep the pigs knowing they were destined for slaughter.
Luckily for Boris and her brother(!) in the last month or so they have endeared themselves to their owners and have become family pets. With that in mind it seemed safe to get to know them after all, so they joined our menagerie today. They loved running amok in the field and I was reminded of the old Sussex sport of 'catch the greasy pig'. It's a game. Where you have to catch a pig, that's greasy.
>edit< Bertie, not Boris...Sorry! What's the other one?
Boris??? It's bertie (girl) and denzel (boy)!! Your amazing power for remebering names strikes again.... Xx
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