Friday, 3 September 2010
Meanwhile our other babies are growing rapidly...
And why wouldn't they be, with a self-serve, thermostatically controlled milk-machine at their beck and call. It's only been the past week they've taken to exiting their sty to join Mama in the paddock, lining up to a serve of boiled sorghum and corn morning and evening.
Be warned pig-a-lets: There's only one end result for fat piggies!
Ella, our great black protector, keeps a vigilant watch over them. I'm yet to work out how her mind ticks, but she most definitely has some form of compulsive disorder when it comes to piglets! I won't even mention our attempt at keeping guinea pigs!
And with the onset of longer days, and kids' bikes all receiving a mechanical overhaul earlier in the week, the children are finding they actually have time up their sleeve before heading for the bus, to further enhance their bike-riding skills.
Needless to say, some are already sporting multi-coloured bruising from the state of our road.
What doesn't kill you, will only make you stronger my child.
They hate it when I say that.