The first time Kowhai jabbed me in the leg with his tusk, it hurt. The second time, a week later, it bled. Both times he was just nudging me, but a gentle nudge from a 300 pound kunekune boar with long tusks is a bit like a friendly slap on the back with a grizzly bear claw. We had to do something about those tusks.
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Our three scruffy pigs stared through the paddock gate, transfixed by a vision of loveliness: Giggles the majestic polka-dotted kunekune pig. She was above them, standing on the back of a trailer.
She clearly wanted nothing to do with our motley pigs nearby.
Ever since I’d started this blog I’d wanted to turn it into a book, but I was losing hope.
“Maybe you shouldn’t give up just yet,” Uncle Oscar replied.
Five minutes after we got the call from the States that CJ’s dad had died, Jenny showed up at the door with a baby ewe lamb. The little white fluff ball needed care – bottle feeding every 3 hours – and CJ needed something to make him happy. It was, some would say, a match made in heaven.
We start looking around. There’s no doubt about it. One of our hens has disappeared.
“It’s Henrietta,” I say. “She’s gone.”
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