"What do you think this is?" said one little piglet poking an ear...
"I don't know" said the other little piglet poking an eye "but look what I've found here"......
And through it all, Ginger just lies there patiently dozing. Sometimes they climb over her and sometimes they slide down her face: sometimes they just sit on her back and other times they take a running jump and bump into her: many times they bully her into giving them more milk and occasionally they toddle off outside to "do their business".
When she's had enough, she gruntles quietly but firmly and they quickly curl up on top of each other warmly protected on all sides: Mum's legs - front and back on each side - her capacious tummy to the front and the back of the ark behind them. Who'd be a piglet?
The weather's been very wet and it's just starting to turn cold. Each morning after breakfast I give Ginger a couple of wedges of clean straw which she takes purposefully into her house and packs around the edges to keep out the draughts. Her young family couldn't wish for a better mum.
"We've yet to give them a name" I remarked to the Big Boss just a little while ago..."No hurry" he said. I think that's what Ginger thinks too. No hurry. Piglets're only a week old. Plenty of time yet.......
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