Yesterday was not a Good Day.
I took two loads of pigs to the abattoir, Curly, Pinky and Perky in the first load, then Tia and Scrumpy.
I pick the meat up on Friday.
Brini and Fergie were saved, because Fergie is too small and Brini makes an ideal companion for her as she is (a) kind to the little pig and (b) is not a natural-born trouble-maker. They are now living in luxury in east Somerset.
I cried when I got home.
Not a Good Day.
Just a brief post to say that B and I parted company over the weekend. Yes, the timing sucks. No, I haven’t got a clue what comes next. As we slip from one decade to the next, I shall be single, homeless and jobless. Ok, so it’s not as dramatic as it sounds, but in the wee hours it sure feels like that! It’s an opportunity, or so I’m told, to do anything, to go anywhere. Here’s hoping, right?!
Thankfully I am surrounded by wonderful friends to whom I owe bucketfuls of thanks.
Here’s the most recent photo of the piglets, to end on a good note:
Pinky, Curly and the piglets - 13 December 2009
Having bought some new straw on Sunday, I cleaned out the piglets’ ark, a necessary task every few days as they’re still being toilet trained. Although they tend to go to the loo outside, they do go inside as well, presumably at night – especially with all this rain bucketing it down!
So, having cleaned out the wet straw, I gave them about three-quarters of a bale, and left them to it, playing in the suddenly much bigger bed, eating the heads of barley, throwing it about and generally enjoying themselves (their fun was abruptly halted when Pinky and Curly saw what was going on and booted the piglets out so that they could play!).
I then took a second bale down to the sows and gilts, nearly slipping in the mud en route but thankfully managing to stay upright! I only intended to give them about half of the bale, topping it up again later in the week but, being pigs, they had other ideas. I put the bale in the ark, pulled the old straw to the front, which is where the rain comes in, cut the string, carefully removed half, and put the half I wanted to keep in the corner, and set about shaking the sections up. That done, I turned round …. and saw that Perky and Scrumpy had taken matter into their own trotters and had done the same to the other half! I thought they were enjoying the straw that I was shaking about the ark but no, they were making sure they got the whole bale, not half.
So they got the whole bale, though I did tell them that this means they won’t be getting a top up for at least a week.
I don’t think they cared…
Perky in the pig ark - 15 November 2009
I’m feeling rather sleepy and not really with it, so here’s a photo of the piglets from Sunday:
Pinky feeds her six-week old piglets - 1 November 2009
My, but they’ve grown in the six weeks since they were born!
Pinky's piglets - 20 September 2009
And they’re naughty, too! And smart, but there’s a story to be told there… another time, when I’ve woken up!
If I’m honest, I’ll admit that young Master Curly is a pain in the backside and I spend half my time wishing I’d sent him off before Bailey, instead of waiting for the freezer to empty so I can fit him in.
However, I spend the rest of my time marvelling at how gentle he is with his piglets:
Curly and his piglets - 23 October 2009
Pinky is, of course, as doting as any sow:
Pinky and her piglets - 23 October 2009
If you look closely at the photo, you’ll see that she even dropped down in a large pile of pig poo to feed the piglets when they started telling her that they were hungry!
Good times 🙂
Blimey, has it really just been one short month since Pinky farrowed?
Pinky and her piglets - 18 October 2009
The six surviving piglets are simply wonderful. They are extremely friendly, genuinely delighted with human company and are very curious about the world around them. They now tuck in to Pinky’s pig nuts when I feed her and are most enthusiastic about the bucket of fruit and veg that is miraculously delivered to their enclosure every evening!
The piglets - 11 October 2009
When you’re four weeks old, everything is a game and it’s exhausting just to watch them tear around, chasing one another, play fighting, running here, there and everywhere, and then back again…
The piglets - 18 October 2009
I was sitting in the pig ark with Pinky’s piglets yesterday morning, watching as they wore themselves out playing and fell asleep in a big huddle. I couldn’t resist taking a quick video of this one as she had a wonderfully active dream!