My boys have had a lovely day (apart from a minor hawk incident) in the garden until 10 minutes ago when the heavens opened and it poured down. Being a good pig mum, I dashed out to get them but the little blighters kept hiding from me. By the time I'd got them both we were all wet through.
They've just had warm towel cuddles with my DDs ( who magically appeared once we were all in). I'm still dripping a bit as I had to rush out to fetch food bowls etc.
BTW - the hawk incident was when I putting them out. A hawk swooped low over our fence and narrowly missed my head before returning to its normal position of circling high up. Never seen them in the garden before.
at the hawk (I see birds of prey hovering near the A12 but I think they're little kestral types)
I'll wager the boys were completely "YaTalkingTaMe?" at the hawk so a bit of rain (okay a downpour) wasn't going to ruffle their petticoats.
The 70 hogs are out larding and will be until DD gets back from gymnastics (unless we have a downpour in which case I'll wrestle them in, but GP4- DDs tricolour sow- has become an uncatchable demon. Thinks it's a huuuuuge laff to dive behind the wooden box housie)
Enjoy the warm towel snuggles boys, and remind Fernie that this excuses you from bath night