I had a nice time feeding the animals. Allow me to demonstrate with pictures.

Nina at the door. Meowing to come inside.

The piglets. Sweet and friendly. You can tell they have gotten used to the place and feel more secure. Now they come up and let you pet them.

And as soon as food was served they digged right in.

Action shot of one of the geezers.

Mads. Not a lot of action there, but you can tell he’s speculating on the possibilities of wrestling the bucket I am holding out of my hand.

Some boys came around just when I was closing. They asked what the new pigs were called. When I said that they didn’t have names yet one of the boys said “you can call one of them… hmm.. uhm.. Mads?”. Hehe. I’m not sure Mads, the real Mads that is, would appreciate that. There is only room for one Mads at the playground.

Vanilje. She always baahs a lot at feeding time. Magnethe and Mads baah when they hear me and see me, but Vanilje just keeps baahing until the food is there. Leading to conversations like this:

Vanilje: Baaah.
Plume: Hi Vanilje.
Vanilje: Baaah. Baah.
Plume: Are you hungry?
Vanilje: Baaah.
Plume: I’ll be right over with the food.
Vanilje. Baah. Baah. Baah.
Plume: Yes, yes. Vanilje. It’s coming.
Vanilje: Baaaaaah.
etc.

You know how hard it is to shut me up.

Bodil came by and said hello while I was working. Nice with some company. And it’s always good to cuddle Lulu, that crazy dog.

A big, big thank you to the Debster. I got your easter card! It made it through the mail, imagine that. I guess I will call of the hitmen that I sent after the postman. What a sweet card and letter. Thank you to you and the menagerie.

And that’s about all. My dad’s brother is here now. So we’re four people in the house. That might not sound like a lot, but to me it is. Funnily enough I miss having the six goat kids jumping all over me. When it comes to goats it’s the more the merrier.

Anyway. I better finish my little Baileys bottle. It looks like something from a minibar. Hiccup.

Happy birthday to my father. He came home late last night, as I said. And today we celebrated his 63th birthday. Which is bloody old, when you think about it. No offense to any of you old people who might be reading. One day I will be bloody old too. But right now I am enjoying my carefree youth and child-like demeanor. I am certainly not old, and certainly not in denial. No I am not. I vehemently deny that I am in denial.

Meanwhile I have been playing a lot of S.T.A.L.K.E.R.. It is funny, I am the most non violent person you will find. Really, that whole thing about turning the other cheek? I literally do that, not just in spirit. I wouldn’t get in a fight even if someone hit me. If someone wanted to invade Denmark I’d probably hand them our keys (you know, the keys to the gate in the giant wall around our country) and let them take us. A combination of friendliness, non-confrontationalism and pacifism to the extreme. And yet sometimes it soothes my nerves to play violent computer games. Don’t ask me why. But I would rather be violent in computer games and peaceful in the real world than vice versa. Maybe if more people got their aggressions out in video games they’d have less need to fight wars and stuff. Did I just solve all our war problems there?! I think so. I just need to get this idea out and then we’ll have peace in our time.

My dad’s brother is coming tomorrow. To stay a few days. That’ll be okay. All this talk and chatter is tiring my head though. Sometimes I need a little quiet. A volume button for the world would be nice.