“Are you trying to seduce me Mrs Robinson?”
Molly the sow has been outside for a month, recovering from bringing up our latest batch of piglets. She has spent much of the time pounding up and down, spreading her bedding all over the place and escaping. Business as usual, then.
I’d been thinking it was about time Molly and Alfie got to know each other. Given an age gap of more than four years and that Molly has considerable ‘previous’ when it comes to her attitude to young boars, I didn’t expect it to be in any way easy.
I set up a kind of electrified no-man’s land between Alf’s paddock and the one I planned to put Molly in and went indoors for lunch.
Tea and cheese sandwich later, I went outside again to see that the pigs had taken matters into their own hands and Alf was enjoying his own Mrs Robinson moment. . . not that I recall Anne Bancroft busting through a screen of pallets and two electric fences to get at Dustin Hoffman.
Mind you, it’s been quite some time since I saw the film.
Alf was looking particularly pleased with himself and Molly was just as keen so the pair of them were at it most of the afternoon. . . you’ve never seen so much slobber in all your life.
Anyway, they’re happily settled in together and, if my calculations are correct we should be getting a litter of pedigree Saddleback piglets on August 11.