itsmecindi
Gold Member
Despite the rain, despite the mud, despite the problems with the electric fence, I have to say without a shadow of a doubt, I am having a blast.
It's not obvious when I have to wade through the shin deep mud and leave a rubber boot in the mud behind me. Then my language tends to get a little obscene. It's not readily apparent when Hercules jumps up on the side of his pen and drenches me with muddy water from his pen that he has churned into a feed/water/sewage soup. Then I yell a lot and get red in the face. But still, it's the farrowing. It's all the babies all over the place that keeps my spirits up and right now it's especially fun as they are just starting to sneak around and explore their world and there is nothing more entertaining than watching them do this.
Our fence is welded goat wire, which is really neither here nor there as it is reinforced with the electric which is ultimately what keeps the animals in. All except the babies. They can not only walk right through the four inch square holes in the goat wire but they go under the electric, so they spend almost as much time running around in the yard as they do in the pasture. There is every color imaginable. Black on white, white on black, red on white, white on red, solid red, black or white.
What's funny about them is that they do everything big pigs do, but at a much faster speed, so when one of them backs up to a fence post to scratch his little behind it's done at the speed of light and you can almost smell smoke from the friction. They fight and play with each other and they get lost in the high grass as they are not able to raise their heads for long periods of time due to the way their necks are made, so they sit down on their haunches and start doing this little distress call. They go everywhere together so if you see one the others are right behind it, kind of like a school of fish.
They tend to pair off, a little male and a little female and play house. That's when I hear the lyrics to muskrat love only it's piglet love....
"Piglet Susie, piglet Sam
Do the jitterbug out in piglet land
And they shimmy
And Sammy's not skinny"
It's just impossible really to describe how much joy these little stinkers bring me. I hate it when they have to leave and go fulfill their destinies, whatever that may be, but such is the way of life on our little pig farm. Eventually there will be more little behind scratchers to come along and bring me joy again. That's what keeps me going.
It's not obvious when I have to wade through the shin deep mud and leave a rubber boot in the mud behind me. Then my language tends to get a little obscene. It's not readily apparent when Hercules jumps up on the side of his pen and drenches me with muddy water from his pen that he has churned into a feed/water/sewage soup. Then I yell a lot and get red in the face. But still, it's the farrowing. It's all the babies all over the place that keeps my spirits up and right now it's especially fun as they are just starting to sneak around and explore their world and there is nothing more entertaining than watching them do this.
Our fence is welded goat wire, which is really neither here nor there as it is reinforced with the electric which is ultimately what keeps the animals in. All except the babies. They can not only walk right through the four inch square holes in the goat wire but they go under the electric, so they spend almost as much time running around in the yard as they do in the pasture. There is every color imaginable. Black on white, white on black, red on white, white on red, solid red, black or white.
What's funny about them is that they do everything big pigs do, but at a much faster speed, so when one of them backs up to a fence post to scratch his little behind it's done at the speed of light and you can almost smell smoke from the friction. They fight and play with each other and they get lost in the high grass as they are not able to raise their heads for long periods of time due to the way their necks are made, so they sit down on their haunches and start doing this little distress call. They go everywhere together so if you see one the others are right behind it, kind of like a school of fish.
They tend to pair off, a little male and a little female and play house. That's when I hear the lyrics to muskrat love only it's piglet love....
"Piglet Susie, piglet Sam
Do the jitterbug out in piglet land
And they shimmy
And Sammy's not skinny"
It's just impossible really to describe how much joy these little stinkers bring me. I hate it when they have to leave and go fulfill their destinies, whatever that may be, but such is the way of life on our little pig farm. Eventually there will be more little behind scratchers to come along and bring me joy again. That's what keeps me going.
