Listening to: Crossroads (Tracy Chapman)
Weather: Sunshine, warm southerly wind
There have been some new arrivals in the pig shed. Don't get excited, the sows are still keeping me waiting, so there are no piglets yet.
What we have got is a couple of young Blackbirds.
The parents did a terrific job of getting the nest built in the rafters without me or anyone else noticing and there were two little beaks poking out the first time I saw it.
I've taken to tiptoeing around Kim's pen and talking very quietly in my pig-human conversations (probably a good idea to help get a calm vibe going for the upcoming farrowing).
The female blackbird spends much of the day on the nest, while the male zooms in and out with food and, if he realises I'm about, flying in different directions to take my attention away from the nest.
The sows, on the other hand, spend most of their time sleeping as they get larger and larger.
I've seen smaller and more mobile bull seals than Kim. . .
In other news, Dave from the blog with the ever-changing title (click on Life is an Elaborate Metaphor for Cricket) visited last week. In a run of lovely weather here on Westray, he managed to turn up on the only dreich day in ages.
Still, after breakfast, a natter and the tour of the pigshed, I whisked him off to see some seals and then go to Noup Head cliffs where guillemots, razorbills and fulmars are massing before dropping him off near the south end of the island just as the weather was brightening and watching him stumble away looking for puffins and the ferry back to Kirkwall. I hope he had a good time.