His replacement was named Wally and we liked him immediately. Heralding from Wickham Farms in Iowa http://wickhamfarm.blogspot.com/2011/10/apple-time.html He was not quite a year old but shaping up nicely. I especially loved the fiery gold strands in his body hair. What red blooded female wouldn't? After allowing him some time to adapt to us and his new digs we sweetened his life even more by introducing him to a young RW girl named Sophie. Sophie is of the Kiss My Grass Farm fame (now on hiatus, the farm not Sophie)
At first they were not impressed with each other. He said she had a picky way of ordering her food in a restaurant. She said he ate like a slobbering, drooling, grain mashing, flatulating, grunting pig.
|Wally left, Sophie right.|
|With the camera woman holding a bucket of raw milk, "looking to the future"|
became piglets play.
Personal displays of affection were witnessed and the clock was set ahead to three months, three weeks, three days, three hours and three minutes.
Sophie began taking long extended naps, even in the middle of the day.
|Protective Wally left, Gestating Sophie right.|
You'd nap often too if you had 8-12 infants on the way.