New digs for the pigs

My fearless son and I extended the pig palace to hold ALL the members of the sweet pig family. I was just a bit nervous about what would happen when they all got back together again. Willow has been so agitated lately. She moves around her yard barking and huffing and she bites at the fence. She’s been moving dirt and straw and all manner of items in her pen. It’s quite unlike her. She’s usually very laid back.

She might be coming into heat. It’s time. But she didn’t act like this before she got pregnant. So I am unsure what is going on with her. But I’ll watch her and talk with her and eventually she will tell me her woes.

I was apprehensive that when they were altogether again, she would become very dominant over her boys and chase them and maybe even bite them!


I should have known better. When I opened the piglet’s big green door to the fields, they just ran and ran and ran. Kicking up their heels with glee to be free. Huffing and barking and running and chasing the dogs and each other. It’s quite the sight! I let them out every night before feeding them in the evening. But I think they knew tonight was different.


When I swung open Willow’s gate they just trotted to her as if they knew just where they belonged. No fuss. No muss.

And they ate the grass.

Boy, how they ate the grass.


Just as we were finishing up with the fencing, it started to pour. Big droplets of rain drenching the piglets and Willow. They didn’t stop to dodge into their warm, dry sleeping quarters. They ate the grass.

I think my next project will be to get the pigs accustomed to electric fencing. Once they are used to electric, I can move them around our fields like I do the cows. They will benefit from the diversity of the pasture grasses, and the pasture will be rejuvenated with the pig eating and pooing and general pig things that they do. It’s a win- win situation.

Earlier in the day I was able to sneak into the chicken coop and take a few snap shots of the newest chickens. (Of course this is the silliest thing to say: “I was able to sneak into the chicken coop”. All of the hens come on high alert when I walk into the coop. They, as do the fatties, think that I am a walking food dispenser. And they follow me closely just in case I were to drop a delectable bit of food. So the hens set off a screech of high alert when I step into the coop. Just so that all the hens know that the big human is out and about. But I was able to catch some of the babies just emerging from under the hens soft feathers. There are only 4 in this picture. She actually has 5 babies: 3 little black chicks and 2 yellow-y golden ones. Hopefully she will leave the nest tomorrow and let them see the big- wet- world.


“Hi, babies! It’s me! Your human momma! I don’t have a fluffy bottom to hide under (no comments, please) but I will love you and take care of you and give you food and water and delectable tidbits and shelter. And you will give me eggs. And we will have a wonderful relationship. Just us.”

And 371, 649 other chickens.



Today’s count:  0  24 eggs, 3 gallons milk (Go Maisy! Momma needs me some milk!)

What’s for supper: We finished the pig fencing so late that I didn’t get to the kitchen early enough to make the curried chicken. We just had ham sandwiches. So tonight I’m gonna debone that bad boy (or girl?) and we are gonna have curried chicken sammies!

Weather: Rain showers likely. Patchy fog in the morning. Chance of showers near 100 percent. Highs in the upper 40s to mid 50s. Southwest winds 15 to 25 mph. Gusts up to 35 mph in the afternoon. Tonight rain showers likely. Chance of showers 70 percent. Lows in the 40s. South winds 15 to 25 mph with gusts to around 35 mph.

Published by Elizabeth

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