La Chatte Gitane (or The Gypsy Cat) was the name we chose for our cottage in France at the time. We chose it while on the road, moving house the first time round, from Ireland to France with 2 dogs and 7 cats in the car.
This blog began its insignificant life as a recipe book for friends and family who would ask me repeatedly for a recipe of this, that and the other.
Since then it has taken many different directions, like we did and like gypsies tend to do. Sometimes making a U-turn and revisiting familiar roads and taking a break when necessary.
You'll find recipes here, but also musings about the places we've called home, the gardens that we've established, not always successfully, the homes we've improved and the environments we've lived in. Currently, after yet another stint in Ireland, we're back in France @ Le Mas d'Ayen

Saturday, May 07, 2016

Piglet/Cuteness Overload

I can't even wait till Monday to publish this post.
They've slept most of their  first day here and the second day too. That was until late afternoon on Friday. 
They became alive ! The little midgets didn't get back to sleep until after dark.
I know all this because we have a camera in the barn.  It's better than watching TV.

We can now see when they wake up and need some attention. 

They are inquisitive but still a bit shy of human hands and humans in general. That won't last long though.

Look at those hind legs, eh. Lest we forget, they will end up as food eventually (around 1 year), but until then we'll enjoy them being around and they'll have a life other pigs can only dream of.

Patricia xxx...x


  1. Is that a ball that I see, if so are you going to enter them in the Kerry Piglet Soccer Championships ?

    1. It is indeed a ball. For now it is meant solely for playtime, but who knows, if they're any good we just might. ;)

  2. They are gorgeous. I love them when they are this age, but I hated our piglets when I had to assist with the births and they were just born.

    Once ours had started to pop footballs (and they soon do) we bought them the sort of hollow big red balls you can buy for horses the sort with the hole to pop food into. They used to love chasing it round the field waiting for titbits to fall out.

    I can see your normal television watching going right out of the window in favour of piggy-vision ;-)

    1. I have been wanting to get a ball for horses, but then Bert came home one day with a buoy. Only, it doesn't roll because it has 'ears' to tie a rope onto. Sigh.
      Oh yes, the ball WILL pop. xxx...x

  3. You have a camera in there? I wouldn't get anything else done!


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