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Let Me In: Piglets At Wimpole Hall

piglets at Wimpole Hall
Piglet in among the others at Wimpole Hall

I owe this one to Tamara, who spotted the pink one clambering in to get its spot. It pushed its way in forcibly, no timorous beastie, and settled in.

Timorous beastie

Timorous beastie – from a line from the Robert Burns’ poem: To a Mouse: on Turning Her Up in Her Nest With the Plough.

Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie, 
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie! 
Thou need na start awa sae hasty, 
Wi’ bickerin brattle! 
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee 
Wi’ murd’ring pattle! 

9 replies on “Let Me In: Piglets At Wimpole Hall”

And that’s what was so cute, the way the white one just muscled its way in. I could help but think of children in the playground and the different personalities – some who would hold back and some who would just get into the middle of things.

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