The Final Countdown

Updated: Apr 17, 2020

When We Were Young.

Oh my goodness it looks as though Bangers and Mash are getting distinctly rounder and lower in the tummy department. There’s no more wondering whether they are, or whether they are not… expecting piglets.

All that counting of full moons and calculating of days seems to be coming to a conclusion.

Straw is being thrown around in all directions and there is a great deal of trotting backwards and forwards with all sorts of goodies making a nest, then moving a nest and then, throwing it all up in the air and starting again.

Who knows whether Bangers will end up in the pig house whilst Mash takes up residence in the pig arc. Who ever farrows first will get to choose leaving the other with what's left. Not being a pig I have no idea which they would consider preferable, but doubtless that will become evident when events overtake us.

In the meantime, I am watching and waiting whilst resisting the temptation to interfere. Previous breeding experiences have shown these rural pigs to be remarkably able when it comes to popping out piglets, but this is a first time for these girls and I have everything crossed that they follow in the tradition.

I will keep you posted!

P.S. The photo is of Bangers and Mash aged three months old. I am bored of posting photos of brown barren ground without any grass - which, owing to a lack of rain, has still yet to grow. So spare the Lower Alentejo a thought when you are next in your shower and do a little rain dance for us - please ;))

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