Hughie appeared yesterday evening with the trailer, and deposited Betsy with her eight piglets in the field opposite our house. It was too late to take any pictures, which is a pity as the piglets had flatly refused to get into the trailer so Hughie had had to pick them up individually, and ended up browner than when he started.
Anyway, he was up here this morning to feed Betsy, who had had a miserable night as she could hear the screams from the next door field as Bobby chased his three new ladies round their run. In protest she threw all the straw out of her house.
While Betsy came up to the trough to feed on a healthy breakfast of pig nuts, oats and organic cabbage, Hughie went to rout out the piglets. It's miserable weather for them, so they were rather unwilling to leave the steel shed that's now their home.
Only one of them seemed interested in solid food, all the rest....
....preferred to latch on at the downstream end while Betsy ate.
So we have to resign ourselves to the prospect of the usual round of squeals, fights and escapes until these piglets grow old enough to become bacon.