Because we needed a jolly English tea tonight after a bracing not-quite-raining stroll through the mud and under the goats at Millets Farm this afternoon.
We found micro pigs. I'm in love; 14 inches high as adults, but these were babies. Apparently they can be house trained and are very friendly. I'm not sure what the Little Princess would think of pigs in her bed though; she gets worked up enough about cats. And I'm definitely not sure what the pigs would make of the toad in the hole, but I'm pretty sure they'd've enjoyed the bubble and squeak.