Listening to: a bit of punk and plenty of reggae (detox from all the prog rock)
Weather: still lovely
My ears are: sunburnt
Wild things: gannets, guillemots, kittiwakes, arctic terns, dolphins off Noup Head
Eric and Ernie's last days are proving to be happy ones. They have a big paddock, regular meals, the weather is lovely, they have a water trough to tip over several times a day and a hut to slowly demolish.
The lads have been making some 'improvements', adding to the ventilation by busting some of the planks off the sides. All well and good in the daytime when it has been quite warm, but night-time temperatures are still chilly and I don't want the pigs losing weight and condition at this late stage.
So I grasped hammer and nails and stepped over the electric fence for a quick repair job. There was some timber lying around, but not very much. Certainly not enough to cover the gap - I didn't like to ask where the rest had gone.
So I got more wood and was about to fix it on when the pigs emerged from the crater they had been digging, realising that something interesting and quite possibly edible was happening.
Ever tried to repair a pig hut while two near fully-grown pigs snuffle and barge at you? It's not that easy. Having decided that the plank, hammer and nails weren't worth eating, they turned their attention to my boots and - more alarmingly - my trousers.
When the nibbling and tugging approached my gentleman's zone I decided enough was enough and retreated, covered in pig slobber and swearing lustily. Bob the Builder never has to put up with this kind of treatment.
Later I went to collect the eggs. The hens have been on good form lately. We get four eggs most days, sometimes five and the day before yesterday there were seven.
Last night there were four and this. . .
. . . any ideas?