|View from our '2nd' gate, across the lane to|
the field opposite
|That field from its SW corner. You can just see the new gate|
|Another 'flavour' of livestock feed in bulk;|
another silly cartoon on a dustbin lid!
|Maybe I'll just buy a tractor instead. Love this local one.|
|Deefer loving the new bed. The old 2nd hand cushions were|
well past their sell by date.
|Half Marathon-ers pull away from the start line.|
|Our MEP Luke (Ming) Flanagan does the 10K with a buggy!|
|September is here, then.|
On a happier note, to finish, I received a gift from a lad in the lane, of a bucket of rather green windfall apples for the pigs. I was doubtful, thinking I might give them belly ache so I started gently (a few apples, rapidly hoovered up) and then dished out a dozen per lunchtime. They looked to be enjoying it. Sobering then to see poor old Somerville stagger out for her supper in a very moopy state and play with her food while Ross guzzled hers with the usual gusto. Poor girl did not look well at all - quite a scare for me as I have never had a pig go sick before. I was fairly sure she'd just got your standard kid's belly ache and the advice on the pig groups was consistent with that. Keep an eye, they said. She will probably recover overnight. Anxious morning rounds this morning, then, till I was delighted and relieved to see that familiar sandy coloured shape sprinting up and down the fence with her sister yelling for breakfast. Anyone would think she'd missed a meal.... oh yes, so she had!