No, not Laura’s bottom… well, yes, but um, something else – we have pigs! Two sows, about 8 weeks old, arrived today courtesy of our friend Norman. They’re yet to be named, we were thinking Shanklin and Powell but they’re girls so… Pinky and Perky? Wiggy and Zilla? I don’t know, suggestions in a comment below this blog please!
Oh, by the way, pigs aren’t the easiest of things to pick up, and squeal like you’ve caught their knackers in a drawer the moment you grab them, even if they’re girl pigs like these and so couldn’t possibly conceive the horror and pain that such an event would convey. As soon as you put them down they’re fine, snorting and grunting like neanderthal cokefiends.
They’re heavy too. I managed to get my hands round one sows ankles and hoist her in the air but struggled with the jump from the trailer to the snowbank as Norman explained to Laura ‘I took the first one to show him how easy it is. I made sureI took the small one though…’