Henry and Brigid. Greetings.   I must ask: How many more animals will there be? Seasoned Patch residents such as myself have seen the...

Wilma: Pigs were often presents between people, The best gift to give and get –  A friend to keep you warm in winter, Years of healthy...

Henry in sulking recovery from his goose encounter. I’ve no time for greetings, or even complex sentences.   The geese are now attacking....

Another mystery: How can two piglets of the same age and from the same litter be so different in size? Wilma: Mona and I, we are...

Brussels sprouts at the market stand. My childhood was rich in bugs, books, and reptiles, but included just a few lonely and often...

Henry and his rather empty feed bowl. Greetings.   I write in a state of agitation. Let me remind you that my responsibilities as Patch...

Wilma: Traveling with people meant that pigs spread out everywhere. But some pigs liked less travel. Some people liked less travel, too,...

Greetings. How fortunate that I am able to set paw to paper. The Patch has become so noisy that any attempt at vocal communication is...

“You are a living force in the world. The minute you see you are not alone, that you are interconnected with all living beings, it...