28 September, 2011
Our Berkshire sows can be scattered across the hillside. Some can be asleep. Some can be grubbing up roots. Some can be sunbathing. Some can be chatting up “the boy”. But no matter how busy they are are and no matter how quietly I try to fill the feed buckets, whenever I venture out with breakfast or dinner, it’s “Quick, ladies, form an orderly queue! It’s food time!” By the time I open the door from the steading into the field, all the sows are lined up in the closest corner of their pen to my path, waiting patiently for dinner. And woe betide me if I go to the “wrong pen” first!
Lol – I can just imagine them!
We get our three new weaners at the weekend. Pigkeeping is really taking off on the islands, among the Crofters here.
Ah, they look like aubergines with ears. Lovely.
Gorgeous girls…… I love Berkshires, our very first pig was a one year old Berkshire called Betty. Sadly she now resides in the freezer
Sue xx
They can read your mind. Next they’ll be putting the ‘fluence on you.