The dream is a tractor. A red one. And a trailer with all the custom tools and bed forming attachments. A motor that hums along perfectly aligned rows of rich, black soil. Effortlessly nurturing and manicuring my productive, organic Feast Farm. There’s going to have to be a lot of veggies sold before that day though, and in the meantime, these guys are going to give me a hand.
What a bit of fun! The little sounds these 7 week old boys make are sooooo cute! They seem to love their new, cosy little home, which will be moved across the paddock as they finish digging under the grass and snuffling through the surface of the soil. Piggy tractors. I could stand and watch them for hours. Like a pig in mud.