Funny how things happen.. As some of you will know: Percy Spiller is the name of my great grand father. Well, Percy (Spiller, of course!) is also the name of the gorgeous little 1-month old piglet that now resides at Nature’s Way with CJ & Corey.
And what makes it funnier is that it was actually one of the dept of conservation (oh how ironic is this sentence) hunters who gave him the name, not a family member. Anyway back to the creature, not his name! Without further ado, I’d like you to meet:
So how did we come to add a piglet to our zoo family?
Last week CJ’s boyfriend was out hunting wild boar (let’s not get into details here but suffice to say when he spotted “Percy“, a very young piglet cuddled up to the dead Mum he didn’t have it in him to kill the baby and so he bought it home. Well heck, what ELSE was he meant to do? He done good! 😉
When I arrived at the farm yesterday, CJ and Corey were walking down the drive to get the mail. And at their feet was this tiny little pot bellied porker trotting along as fast as his little legs could carry him. Yes, I think you are right: it’s time for an “Awww“. You just want to pick him up and snuggle him, he’s so cute! Except he’s still quite wild and gives “squeal like a stuck pig” a whole new meaning!
We know all too well – we found out during bath time!
We decided to give him a bath and delouse him as he was covered in creepy crawlies .. that *was* fun. You’ve seen those email jokes about how to bathe your cat? Multiply the trauma by 10 for a piglet! Boy was he a cranky skinful of bacon! To make matters worse: he knows how to use his teeth so it was all in all rather hair raising.
It was very much a case of “many hands make light work”: Corey held and soothed, I poured water over them all and CJ supervised as she got ready to go get her hair cut. Clever (rotten) kid..
Anyway Corey went off to the movies with a friend, CJ was at the hairdressers so I settled in for a spot of cuddle time .. Not really, I just felt it needed a rest after a big day and so I sat on the floor in the lounge with him and was delighted when he came over and snuggled into me .. even cuter: as he relaxed he even would roll over so I could tickle his belly. It was simply adorable. Less adorable were all the ticks surfacing in protest at the poison we’d slathered on him, I tell ya – they’re tricky little suckers to kill, you have to roll them in between 2 fingers and squish them. They wont break in half like a flea. So while he’s snoring, I’m extricating dying bugs off a liddle rotund pork belly ..
All in all a very good afternoon if you ask me!