This was our breakfast at Clunes. It was a grand and ritualistic affair. Bec made the pancakes and Barb supplied home made yogurt. It was about as healthy as it could be given that pancakes are not altogether that healthy. It probably was the most photographed meal of the day which says that it is a pretty exotic experience for us.
Later it was time to give some new straw to the pigs. Gord had worked out a way of propelling the half bail straight into the pig enclosure without having to enter it. It is a very squishy area to walk in. The pigs succeeded in smashing it up further from where it landed.
One of the pigs has a unique lovey-dovey marking on his right side that ought to attract a string of sweethearts if it could just find a way out past the electrical wires.
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