Spot, one of our boars got out of the north field today and headed over to the south field. He must have scented a sow in heat in the south. The wind was backwards. He was chomping and foaming. I managed to walk him half way back but he was not cooperating and I was getting nowhere. At around 800 lbs and seven feet long crown to tail he is a handful although gentle. I finally called the dogs who had been up busy doing something else. They came running and had him back in the north field with his herd in about 30 seconds flat. They are amazing. I wouldn’t want to homestead or farm without dogs.
Of course, all that happened while we had three delivery trucks here – whey, lumber and stone for the whey driveway – all while I was struggling to change the backhoe over to the box scraper on the tractor and Will and Ben were sorting finishers out of the field to go to market. When it rains, it pours. Actually, it was snowing.
Outdoors: 31°F/10°F 2″ Snow
Farm House: 61°F/38°F
Tiny Cottage: 52°F/45°F