quivering heap in their straw. I have been bringing an apple for mum
for the past few days. The first time, she viewed it with suspicion
and wouldn't come and take it - in the end I put it down near her and
waited for her to find it. This time, she came running out of the sty
(or what passes for running given that she has short legs and the pen
is a foot deep in mud) and took the apple from me, devouring it with
pleasure. After that, she wouldn't leave me alone, nuzzling up and
sniffing me up and down with her large wet snout. I made a hasty exit
when she had an exploratory nibble of my wellies. She is very sweet,
though, in a piggy kind of way and I hope she's not too stressed when
the piglets are weaned at the weekend (males and females will be
separated and taken to nearby pens)
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