Boris comes Home

It's true what they say, when you revisit a place it all looks smaller. It could be because I've grown, I have to say I was royally entertained over at the egg farm, two lovely Tamworth sows and eggs for breakfast every morning - always scrambled for some reason. In fact when I got back home the sty seemed very cosy with two of us in it. Apparently due to a slip of the trotter I had been down as a Middle White but in fact I'm a Large White, so perhaps that explains it.





So is it good to be home? Of course, there's no place like it. The teenage litter are all weaned so I moved back in with Doris, their mother, ready to think about thaving some more. In fact they're all leaving home this week, four moved to Tetbury today and the other three leave on Sunday. It'll be sad to see them go but there's also a feeling of pride as you watch them make their way into the world.



The other two litters are all thriving and as the piglets get more confident I see more of them, I love to see them out and about calling on all their friends and relations. This morning they were very confused when they got up and found the world had been turned white by the first frost of the winter.
















And at the end of the week, the Georges and JohnandEdward are off too, once they'd reached that magical target weight then they were "voted out". Apparently though this is good news for the rest of us, while there are vacant pig sties some of our accommodation is being refurbished. Well I was brought up not to complain, but the furnishings are a little dated shall we say. To be honest it's only fair, the calves are in their lean-to after a complete makeover and the stables have just had a lot of work on the structure and the interior decor. According to the horses they were in a terrible state, but then they would say that, they can be rather highly-strung and demanding.



And of course at this time of year the poultry starts to get a bit edgy, who'll it be this year? I can now reveal that....



cockerels.....it's not you










ducks.......it's not you











geese........it could be you




but no

turkeys....it's definitely YOU!!










Anyway, as the only boar on the farm I'm definitely staying, so here's to the next time.

Stay warm

Boris