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Here's Thunderpig...
Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 4:43 pm
by Stonehead
This is Thunderpig, the piglet who was left inside our fence. And no, Boots, you can't stop small children from naming them!
We've already tagged him - that way he's traceable should he be an escape artist and not a foundling.
Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 5:07 pm
by PurpleDragon
Oh, he is totally adorable!
You really could just take him home, couldn't you, paperwork notwithstanding!
And don't shout at me - I keep offering to take all the babies home from our local mother and baby group as well.
Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 5:07 pm
by Hepsibah
Totally irresistable!
Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 5:33 pm
by Stonehead
PurpleDragon wrote:Oh, he is totally adorable!
You really could just take him home, couldn't you, paperwork notwithstanding!
And don't shout at me - I keep offering to take all the babies home from our local mother and baby group as well.
You can't have the pigs, but I can spare a couple of boys...
Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 7:11 pm
by PurpleDragon
Don't tempt me
Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 7:22 pm
by su
He's absolutely gorgeous - how old do you think he is?
Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 7:26 pm
by Stonehead
su wrote:He's absolutely gorgeous - how old do you think he is?
Eight to 10 weeks - only just weaned. He's not used to eating out of a trough or bucket, so I have to put his mash on my hand, get him started and then lower my hand into the mash. Then he carries on eating.
Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 8:02 pm
by Stonehead
I've just come in from the final check on the animals and, despite it being cold, wet and windy, Thunderpig, Flooze and Snooze (the Saddlebacks) and Dolores (the gilt in with the boar), are all out in their pens digging for Britain.
Ginger, being a sensible boar, is sound asleep in his hut under a mound of straw.
Actually, that's one of the things I like about this life - boilersuit and wellies, sheepskin jerkin, gas lamp or paraffin lamp in hand, a dark night, blustery and cold, and out to check the chooks, chicks, piglets and all the rest for one last time.
Then inside for a mulled cider and a warm scone with jam and cream. Just my thing.
Mind you, I am definitely bonkers...
Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 9:31 pm
by PurpleDragon
No - not bonkers at all.
I think that sounds idyllic actually.
Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 6:46 am
by Chickpea
Me too. I don't want to be hermetically sealed off from nature. As long as I can get warm and dry later, I don't necessarily mind being wet and cold now.
Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 9:25 am
by PurpleDragon
It's my feet that get me. I don't care how wet or cold the rest of me is, if my feet aren't warm and dry, I'm miserable.
Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 9:57 am
by Chickpea
Good point, PD. My ears too, I hate cold ears. I'm a commited wearer of wooly hats.
Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 6:42 am
by Millymollymandy
Errm, back on topic.
Someone just dumped a piglet on you? 
That's novel. Here in France it is kittens that are dumped in people's gardens!
Naming pigs
Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 8:13 am
by tremone
I just wondered is it wise naming pigs as one day the inevitable will be thrust upon you, to me it would be much harder if the kids have named them and regard them as pets.
Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:11 am
by baldowrie
I am sure Stonehead will tell you, but his children are used to animals being slaughtered for food. They have no concerns regarding this and are happy with the process