........I'd like you all to meet Wilbur.......

Wilbur came to us by way of Granddaughter no 1 .Wilburs Mum, a Tamworth pig was killed and the hunters didn't have the heart or the inclination to dispose of Wilbur...

so after 3 weeks of being cared for by our Granddaughter the decision was made for Wilbur to go to a loving home...

There is no more loving a home than our home ....

and no more comfortable a knee then that of Aunty Nic....

Even Willow the cat has made room for Wilbur....

Unfortunately the man of the house needs a bit more coaxing and is furious that even at 6 maybe 7 weeks old Wilbur is able to rut up a good portion of lawn with his snout.

The first few days were spent inside , easy to train and easy to feed  Wilbur has just slotted into our lives.

He has a bed out in the plastic tunnel house and can poop and rut till his heart 's content.....

I can't see Wilbur ever leaving us.

He makes all sorts of noises and even gives a cough at the door when he wants in .

He grunts gently at Willow the cat and once tried to suckle Willow.....she didn't want a bar of it...

I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.

Winston Churchill

With Winter now clearly upon us There is only one place a little pig belongs ...

and its where we all will be, this evening. Parked up in front of Game of Thrones ...

After waking to yet another good dumping of snow on the tops

compare todays view out the window.......

Go on then Tell someone you really do love Animals ...cos you know you do