The entire natural world has come to life and boy is it putting on a show …
While trees blossom and flowers burst into bloom, the agricultural landscape here in Suffolk has started waking from its winter slumber. Vibrant greens and earthy browns are now widely interspersed with glowing fields of radiant yellows.
I love this time of year …
And everywhere you look, flashes of colour – reds, blues, greens, pinks and whites – are vying for attention, as flower buds begin to burst open, attracting an array of hungry wildlife, busily going about their day.
The air is filled with the sounds of birdsong and bees buzzing, from morning to night. And dusk now sees the local bat population coming out, darting this way, then that, circling overhead, apparently dancing the night away.
And let’s not forget the breeding folk. Baby birds (of all kinds, not just those darling ducklings I reported on before), rabbits (help!) and lambs abound, keeping many a parent (and farmer) hard at work.
As are the hordes of little piglets, such as a group I encountered just days ago. Did I go to a pig farm, you ask? No I did not. I was simply driving to the shops (as those of us in rural areas must do).
I got stuck in a mini traffic jam. Roadworks, I presumed. Wrongly. Sitting there patiently, in my own little world, I was jolted back to reality in the best possible way.
Angelic pigs vs angry farmer: a battle commenced …
Suddenly in view were a mummy pig and her brood of little black spotted piglets. They came squealing down the road, like a horde of tiny tearaways intent on making mischief. The pigs were followed hastily by a farmer and his wife. Arms waving from side to side, then back and forth, the pair were frantically trying to usher the pigs back home.
Just as we thought it was finally safe to proceed with our journeys … back they all came. Then again. And again. And again.
Like something from a comedy sketch or the film Babe, the pigs were having none of it. Making another desperate bid for freedom, first came mummy pig, then one by one, her little army of babies. I swear they were smiling, loving every moment of their big adventure. “Go little piggies, go!” I thought, as I marvelled at their joy. After all, don’t we all dream of making a break for freedom sometimes?
The flagging farmer continued his pursuit, desperately smiling at all of us in our cars, aware just how cute and adorable every one of us found his little prey to be. Knowing also, I’m sure, how hysterically funny we found his current dilemma to be.
For myself (and my traffic jam companions), it was an encounter to truly savor. Our spirits had been lifted, smiles put firmly on our faces, and we all had a great story to tell.
I say again … I love living in the countryside.
And yes, I’m sorry I haven’t posted any pics of the baby pigs … stupidly I didn’t have my camera with me. Lesson learned! But I’ve improvised by using some of my other media, so hope you still like the pics here. Plus, I’m planning on making a trip to that farmer to meet his little mites in person, so keep a watch out in future photo blogs for the results.
See you all later. I’m off now to have a bacon butty, then go outside to enjoy a glass of wine as the sun sets on another glorious day. Check back soon for those piglet pics!x