Our Nice Friends

We have discovered that we have lots of nice friends following us on Twitter and also reading our blog.  I bet we are the first pigs ever to blog.  We are really getting the hang of it now and beginning to enjoy it.  The only problem is the mud on the keyboard from our noses causing some of the keys to stick.......

As a thank you to our lovely followers we would like to mention a few very nice people we call aunty and uncle. 

The first and most loyal is our aunty Cat.  She was the one who gave us the idea to start twittering. Then she said we should tell everyone our story.  So to aunty Cat, thank you and hope you had a lovely holiday and that Mr Don does not send anyone after you to get that photo you took of him.

Our next is uncle Lordy who even says he is going to fly over in his helicopter to rescue us before herself tries to turn us into rashers and sausages.  We heard that he did something silly on his holiday and has broken his *whispers* bottom.  We hope he gets better soon before herself does anything to us.

By the way, we would love to know what holidays are and how can Dons chase you or how can you break your bottom while you are on them?

Our next favourites are uncle and aunty Oldfarm.  They tell us all about Jemima and her babies.  We love the stories and the photos of the babies.  They also want to do something to make people aware of the horrible lives our brothers live in pig production units. 

We would love to become the spokespigs for our poor brothers who have a horrible life and don't have lots of nice aunties and uncles like we do.  So this is a small thank you to our lovely friends.  We hope you realise how happy you make two little pigs.

Feast or Famine

We are sorry we have not been keeping everyone updated lately.  We are getting nice and fat now; well Sausage is still fatter than me, but I'm catching up.  The food in this joint is for the most part not bad.  We get our barley every morning but it's the nice stuff that's a bit hit and miss.

By nice stuff we mean bananas (our new favourite), melons, grapes and pears.  We still get a few strawberries but not as many.  Our next favourites are apples, tomatoes, potatoes.  But we really don't like Broccoli, even herself says she doesn't blame us that she hates it too.  She says that when she has some of her lovely purple sprouting broccoli from her garden she will let us try it.  We are not keen on turnips, peppers, lettuce, cabbage or onions.  And worst of all - oranges and lemons.  We really can't see the point of them.

Herself got in a bit of a panic as there was no barley in the feed supplier.  She went over to get it when her daughter was at home to help her lift the bags.  It makes us laugh watching her lugging the bags up the steps and then trying to wrestle with it into the bin.  You should hear the curses - we cover our ears!

Well anyway this day she went over and Sylvester the big man in the office took her money and gave her the docket.  She drove over to the other yard and the man there walked around looking at pallets and scratching his head.  Then he rang the boss.  The boss man came down to talk to herself and said that the weather had been so bad they couldn't get in to cut the new barley.  But he thought they might have a few bags over in their other place.  He said he'd ring her next day.

To cut a long story short he got some bags in, but then told her it doesn't keep well at this time of year when it's freshly cut, so not to buy a lot of it.  He threw in two bags into her boot and the car was almost on the ground with the weight.  Herself then had no one to help lift it in.

Now she says she heard on the news that it's going to get very expensive as the weather has been so bad the harvest is poor and also they keep putting up the price of fuel.  She told us we will be eating a lot more potatoes when the potato people near by start harvesting.  She said we better get to like potato as much as melon - some chance!

We will keep you updated a bit more now as we are getting the hang of this blogging and it's making us famous!

Trespassers

We had lots of excitement over the last few days.  We woke up one morning to discover these looking in at us. They are Limousins.

They had broken out of their field and had got into the field beside us.  We couldn't figure out what they were but figured they were just big pigs that ate grass.

Then herself discovered that we were in a paddock not owned by her out laws at all!  She had to ring the farmer and ask him was it okay to leave us here.  Luckily he said, "sure what harm will they do".  He hasn't looked over the wall recently to see obviously.

Then the handsome fruit and veg man started giving our strawberries and melons and all the other nice yummy stuff to some other pigs.  He gave her yucky broccoli that had gone yellow.  She said she wouldn't give it to us.

Sausage is a lot fatter than me and she bullies me so now herself has started giving us our own bowls.  It's very confusing though because I keep thinking that Sausage's food is a lot nicer than mine and she thinks mine is nicer than hers. 

You can see how fat Sausage is in this picture.  But at least I have the bigger bowl.

We have really rooted up all the garden now and even uprooted an ash sapling. We hide in behind the rest of it when the sun is out and we get too hot.  It's nice and cool in there.

Herself says we have to get our ears pierced and tattoos on our shoulders next, but she is just waiting until she gets the stuff sent out to her in the post.  This is for her herd number and so we won't get lost or mixed up with other pigs.  We think we are going to look like punk rockers.