This happy bunch of piglets kept us busy for several hours this morning. At 6am it seemed that Guinevere was still only thinking about giving birth. By the time I had gone and got a cuppa and lent lazily back over the side of the pen there were three piglets feeding. She kept this up, timing the delivery to my absence, like me fetching a bucket of water, or milking the goats, each return saw a fresh delivery of fresh pork. I did stay for a 40 minute vigil and saw one fired out into the world. Me leaning over watching eating a bacon and egg roll was perhaps a bit insensitive but I was pressed for time. Piggle is still holding out but I predict by Friday we will be pigged out and save for the arrival of a couple more lambs we wont be expecting any more offspring. Except for a foal.