I love a good roundup me. Fond memories of 2010 and The Visit of the Vet and all that. Hyacinth playing tricks on Mr Crofter, Mr Crofter saying ‘bother’ and everything plus Ms Vet enjoying herself. What more can one ask?
The thing was, the little piggies – although not quite as little as they previously were, need to be moved from their bijou residence in the ‘ex-lawn’ area to the more extensive expanses of the wild west [ish], namely, the old veg patch towards the bottom of the croft.
As soon as the brave Mr Crofter opened the piggies door they were out bounding around the place and ready for a bit of fun. I might add here that it wasn’t fun that The Crofter had in mind. Nevertheless, in no time the little ones were soon following The Great Man down the muddy path past the ducks who fled, quickly. Down past the polytunnel, past the muck heap and into.....
Oh no, they came back again. The thought of being out there on the mud had no draw to these fellas despite the stupendous views over The Minch. A fair bit of encouragement ensued by Mum and Dad Crofter, - arm waving, shouting – that sort of thing. Did no good of course. Well not until they had rooted up a good morsel or two. But, as often happens, eventually the piggies were ensconced into the new quarters. Hyacinth, Tinga, Spartacus and Diogenes all came to have a look, cast their seal of approval and to see if there was any food for them.
Another exciting morning was soon over.