We had a tap on the window this morning to alert us to the fact that there was a pig in camp. There she was, obviously a Mummy Pig (we pig lovers know these things) and she was snuffling around amongst the fallen leaves. She must have come from the farm next door looking for a little extra breakfast.
Peter came out with a crust of bread. “Here, piggy”, he called. Quick as a wink the pig trotted over and gulped down the crust. Perhaps she wants more – I went inside to get another crust. Gobble, gobble, down that went too (frozen as well). Then a lady from a camper-van came out with an apple. Yum, that took a bit of chewing but the pig really really seemed to enjoy her apple. Not to be outdone, I went back to our caravan and offered a feijoa. Down the hatch that went too. Our pig was not a fussy eater and she had obviously worked out that coming to visit the campers guaranteed her a little extra breakfast. After she had done the rounds we saw her later over her own side of the fence.