Last weekend saw much pig-relocating taking place. Somewhat different to moving cattle, pigs require much sweet-talking, gentle coaxing, a trail of bread crumbs, very Hansel & Gretel-ish.
The unexpected arrival of piglets caused much of the fuss, as we hurriedly separated this little family group, fearing for their safety.
Mama Pig and Boots have since been moved to their own paddock, boasting their own sprinkler system (necessary during our current bout of 40 degree days).
Socks & Co are sharing a paddock with two young males (destined to lose some of their 'maleness' this weekend).
And poor, poor Charlotte is in solitary confinement, awaiting her final journey to the Christmas table.
....I do wish the children wouldn't name them.