In the last twenty-four hours we’ve had seven sows farrow, six in the south herd and one in the north herd. I would not be surprised if that many pop again in the coming week. Piglets are everywhere and doing great with the nice weather we’re having. The sows picked a good time.
They’re not sisters although they are relatives. It just made a good title. Flop and Flip are the only two litter mate sisters in the group.
One of the sows, having her first litter, is in the old cow lane right behind our cottage. Due to her location she is now named Lois Lane. It is quite common for me to not learn their names until they’ve farrowed. It is rumored that she has a romantic interest in Superman but in reality her boyfriend, and father of her piglets, is Speckles, our north field boar. Although, truth be told, he does do a pretty darn good Superman imitation leaping tall fences and I would not want to try to wrestle with him!
Katya found Lois’s location very disconcerting. Generally there isn’t a lot of livestock activity that close and she was concerned that the pig was out of place which means she needs to put it back where it belongs. I explained it was a good spot for Lois. Today and yesterday Katya’s been doing several times a day field walks with me to check the new arrivals. She’s fascinated by piglets but very respectful of the big sows, some of whom weigh 800 lbs. Wise move as she is still just a puppy.
This leads to the almost old joke: Where does an 800 lb sow build her nest? Anywhere she pleases! Pretty close to the truth. Fortunately as they gain experience they tend to choose good locations as they get older. That’s a good reason for keeping old sows.
Outdoors: 79°F/52°F Sunny
Tiny Cottage: 70°F/67°F
Daily Spark: One man’s global warming is a dinosaur’s balmy day.