Talking of moving...

The view from our bedroom window when we awoke and opened our eyes last Thursday morning was truly ethereal..... all the fields were bathed with an eerily golden-reddish glow: the stubble was as if on fire, the beech hedge as if back-lit by some wayward camera man..... the sort of truly amazing sunrise that just makes you glad to be alive. Leaping out of bed I grabbed my camera to record the moment.

The Big Boss, pragmatic as ever, commented that :

"If we're in for some decent days we should plan to wean Delila's piglets tomorrow when everyone's about....."

But we all know the old adage: "....Red sky in the morning shepherd's warning..." and the gale blew ever stronger and stronger during the day - cancelling all sorts of other activities -so we did wonder if the Friday plans would materialise......

Sure enough though, when The Bestest Gundog in all the World (who'd retrieved - on his own - 7 birds shot by a single gun on the first drive of the day) and I returned from our day's work we found The Team already in action......

.... Clyde had already been separated from Alfred and moved to the woods......

We were just in time to help separate the piglets from Delila.

Easy peasy. Gave her some food and she promptly forgot about them! Their curiosity (and maybe the smell of food) led them straight up to, and in to, the trailer and away they were before she even noticed. Back to collect her and she went straight into the trailer too..... and we dropped her off in the woods - just before dark - with young Clyde.

And nobody's had any peace and quiet since..... but more of that later!

Meanwhile the weanlings seem to be enjoying their (temporary)new, clean life in the stalls without mum..... they're such a healthy, roly poly bunch (even One Eyed Jack) that I'm thinking of naming them after puddings..... Hmmmmm .... will have to consult with Linda on that.....