Chris pulled the door to his shed aside and what I'm reliably informed is a pig trundled out and strolled into my trailer.
I drove back the mile or so home and had a proper look at the fella from the safety of outside the trailer. I peered in and found a face peering back at me. Not just any face, but. . . well, this. . .
Apologies for the lack of quality, but Ifor Williams rarely fit their otherwise excellent pig trailers with studio lighting.
And I was a bit scared.
What (or who) came to mind was the great Lon Chaney junior, star of the 1941 film The Wolfman.
I'm right, am I not?
"Blimey," I thought. "Little Kim's not going to be happy."
Little Kim is the best part of two years old and has yet to have a litter. She's about a year late starting working, but she's kind of a pet, Molly and Kim have been adequate for our needs so far and the pig farmer couldn't organise a smoothie in a juice bar.
So the Tamworth boar from up the road has been called in. As it happens, he seems amiable enough, but Little Kim wasn't having any of it.
First she tried a head-to-head confrontation, leaving himself with a cut behind the ear and Little Kim with scratches and a nick on her leg. Since then they've been mostly avoiding each other and are in separate beds, a state of affairs that will probably go on until she comes into season.
I'm just popping out to check if there's a full moon.