Animal Farm

Hello there!

I don't consider Saturday mornings at the Farmers Market a success unless I spill something on myself. Fortunately the coffee that found its way onto my shirt was hidden by the stripes on said shirt.

But nothing in the world should hide this little piggy who went to market on her first visit!

Named Babe, she will not be used for anything other than being a big pig with her own litters one day, raised with obvious love and humour by the Farm who keeps her and her mom in feed -- isn't she tiny? Yeah... now she is, but just wait. And she was incredibly soft, her little red whiskers like fine paintbrush bristles.

Here she is getting a bottle from one of the kids who takes care of her. She has a rather ugly booboo on her right side near the back leg. Mom stepped on her when she was born... only two weeks ago!

Carrie with one of the chicks being raised by these same farmers, one of them a British transplant, now outside Athens... so Sarah, if you are interested in moving your own household, we evidently are quite the place to be now.

My Good Girls outside on their private porch -- Molly obviously still peeved over her earlier vet visit as it takes away from her early morning Sun Worship. Bess, who obviously loves everything and everyone, has no grievances whatsoever.

When I see these morning glories on the Girls' fence, I know Autumn is really just down the road... and it can't get here fast enough for me.

A report on my "staycation" will be filed on this here blog later this week.

Till then, take Care of yourselves from

Candace in Athens