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!
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What sort of piglets are these David? Their colouration reminds me of the Giant Slugs I see here every now and again… :/)
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From the boards that Tamara photographed, they were ‘Oxford Sandy and Black’ and ‘Middle White’. 🙂
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Ah, so they are two different breeds then? That makes more sense of what I was seeing; )
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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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Piglets make me laugh. They’re such playful, gregarious little creatures 🙂
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Love your most apt title!
Ah, “Rabbie” Burns and that stellar poem of his and his sympathy for the poor, little mouse: Such an admirable humanist he was.
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Yes, and a figure that the Scots look up to today. Says something about the people, yes?
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So cute! And I love that Burns poem. What interesting coloring the piglets have, all from one litter.
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You know, I am not sure they are from one litter, but you may be right. Interesting thought.
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