They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Hogs. My strength is coming from hogs.
Loading black pigs in a trailer, in the dark before dawn, and one went on a little run in the dark, in the rain, in the mud, is not a good idea. Add in the sow started giving birth and Pig-farmer had to leave to deliver the three fat hogs to the processor, pick up meat from the last hog, deliver 1/2 a hog of pork to a friend, and brought home the other 1/2 a hog of pork to put in the freezer. I said to myself, I’m glad this day is almost over! Then, I looked at the clock and it read 10:15 A.M.!! By the time Pig-farmer was home with the pork, I delivered five piglets. All are thriving so far. Whew!
Well, hello friends.
I am in for a relaxing cup of coffee. The coffee I grabbed and gulped earlier while on the run between pig deliveries has worn off. Pig-farmer is on nursery duty now. We are up to six babies.
Here is a sweet picture of Baby Pig #1.
No, those hairy legs aren’t mine. Baby is nestled up between Bernice’s front legs. She is a big sow now, Bernice. There was a long wait between the first and second piglets. I was getting nervous. Pig-farmer was on the phone with me and nervous. Over an hour later, a scrappy little girl came along. Not too much later, a large girl came along with a mighty grunt from Bernice. ‘Yowsa!’ I said and gave Bernice a gentile scratch along her cheek. I think that one had the runway blocked … the others started coming along more quickly.
More on hogs and their amazing strength later. I just made my coffee and am ready to enjoy it.