New Arrivals

Finally, after having to dump excess milk, and making cheese until that became more like work, help has arrived!

The piggies still have to learn about milk, and how to drink from a bowl.  They drink their water from a metal nipple which keeps the water clean, cool and it is something they learn easily, since they are not so far from being weaned.  So the first milk experiences are always fun to watch.  Their good noses tell them, hey, check this out, it smells good, but they are often not so sure just how to get this good stuff down, and make bubbles, bite the edge of the bowl, tip it over or lick it off the other pig.  Sometimes I have to add a little of their meal and make them a cereal to get them started, but this batch is smart and once one figures it out, they all do.

Meanwhile in another part of the barn:

King of the hill is Maggie.

The dogs will climb up to right under the roof, usually chasing the cats who have a secret escape tunnel somewhere up there, much to the dogs' frustration.

So while all things in the barn seem settled, here is what we came home to when Harold and I actually went out to dinner with friends (by ourselves, no dogs - gasp!):

 A destroyed dog bed.

Stuffing all over the place.  Maggie looks fairly innocent, though.

Ralph looks a bit guilty, but no, that is outrage at being accused when he is clearly innocent.





But Ralph is no snitch...

I saw nothing, honest!

Me!?  Why are you picking on me?  Clearly I couldn't have done such a thing....

DARN IT.  Mom always knows.