William Cowper, writing to Lady Hesketh 27 June 1788:
I have made in the Orchard the best Winter walk in all the parish, shelter’d from the East and from the North East, and open to the Sun, except at his rising, all the day. Then we will have Homer and Don Quixote, and then we will have saunter and Chat, and one Laugh more before we die. Our Orchard is alive with creatures of all kinds, poultry of ev’ry denomination swarms in it, and pigs the drollest in the world. By that time indeed they will have ceased to be pigs and will probably be converted into pork or bacon, but we have also a most fruitful sow from whom we expect a continual and endless succession of pigs similar to these . . . .