No, the Photo Friday isn’t of poo; but I have a story to tell. It might be a too-much-information story. Feel free to scroll down to the pictures whenever you need a break.
So, Pig-farmer was gone and Bernice and the piglets were under my care. The runt had already died and I was feeling rotten about that. Then I observed that Bernice wasn’t going to the bathroom. #2, that is.
It happens. Or sometimes “it” doesn’t. When “it” doesn’t, “it’s” a problem.
So, I previously had been checking in on the pigs with trepidation over the runt’s status. Now, I was checking in, hoping for poo. (At times like these, I think about those people that have said “It must be nice!” when they learn I stay at home…. and I think, “If they only knew…”)
I knew that Pig-Farmer had dealt with this situation before. One time he added something to a plugged-up sow’s feed that made it dangerous to stand anywhere closer than 7 feet or so behind her! “It” was projectile! I did not want that to deal with. Nor did I want to have to administer an enema … I kid you not. That is a solution that Pig-farmer has turned to in the past (for the pigs, people, for the pigs). I did NOT want him even suggesting that to me.
Well, Epsom Salt is a natural, gentle laxative. We had been adding it to her feed. Apparently not at a ratio that was size-equivalent, however. So … Wednesday night, after I got home from my Mexican dinner & margarita with my sis, I checked on the pig-poo progress. Still nothing. I was thinking, “Houston, we have a problem. I do not want to report on this to Pig-farmer.” So…. I decided to grab a bottle of Gatorade (orange, in case you are wondering) and add a heaping tablespoon of Epsom Salts to it, shook it up, and poured it into Bernice’s feed. She went to town on my little concoction and seemed ever-so-pleased.
Thursday morning, I peeked into her pen and did a happy dance. “It” happened! My girl was in business. Later in the day, “it” happened again! I said, we didn’t need to get carried away, but good for you, Bernice. As we all know, if mama ain’t happy; ain’t nobody happy.
Friends, may everything happen as “it” should this weekend! 😉