Ready for Christmas

We know herself thinks we will be fattened and ready for Christmas.  Honestly, she thinks we are turkeys. 

We have been busy for the last few weeks sorting out our bedroom and getting it all nice and cozy for these cold nights.  Herself got us more straw. There was an old bale of hay in the corner which we opened and spread it into a nice big hollow.  We both lie in it now side by side and it's really warm and comfy. 

The food hasn't been too bad lately.  With Halloween coming up we have been getting lots of grapes.  Herself said the veg man looked a bit green handing over a big tray full of grapes.  He had reduced the price by half but they didn't sell.  So we got the lot.  We love grapes.

We still get barley - big buckets full of it.  Sausage is very greedy and sticks her big jowls into mine but I have got very good at defending myself and now she has a bit of respect for me.

We are surprised that we haven't got any spuds yet but we heard herself muttering that they can't dig them with all the rain there has been lately.  Speaking of rain, we don't get out as much anymore because we really don't like it.  In fact when herself comes down to feed us these mornings we haven't even got up and we have to do our stretching and yawning rituals (which she disturbs).

Love an old yawn and stretch

Life is really not so bad now.  We are going to keep on growing slowly and not getting fat.  This is the only way we will stay off the table at Christmas.  We will keep you posted.

Rasher.

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!