My solar might be dimmed, my little mudhouse may be chilly but the snuffling and squeaking sounds of these little chaps always bring a smile. i am trying not to let them persuade me to let them into my house, they are so funny its quite hard to resist.

The rondaval behind them is my Chief's communal gathering place (lots of choral singing goes on in there). In between that rondaval and the grey wall in the foreground in the trench that my little piggies dutifully dug up again just as soon as i had filled it in.