A photo and a fright

Good morning.  I have some adorable photos of piglets sleeping on their mothers head. But look at Boo Blue  first. How did he slip into his tweens without us noticinng.

Something has gone wrong with my editing settings and the whole screen is in miniature so small that i cannot see it. I am hoping that this is legible for you.

All is well now though we had a fright from one of the piglets who somehow tore a great rent in his skin,

The wound though bloodless was like looking into  an unzipping leather coat. Straight to his perfect muscle.

I brought him inside and he had a rip in his side about one and a half inches long. Which is a lot on the tiny thing. Thankfully John had just arrived home from work so he held him while I sewed the cut together, I had called around but could not fine a suture needle and nylon, we are miles from a store to get surgical glue, I did not bother calling a vet though it was a saturday anyway, they would have laughed at me, but it would have been too late anyway. The wound was recent and still clean though gaping like a ripped curtain. So with a sterilised normal needle and some black  nylon thread from the sewing basket after swabbing with iodine.  I put in ten very untidy stitches. buttoning his little coat back up.

Amazingly the little fella just lay there for the emergency operation. I had to get him back to the pen fast before his mother rejected him.  But when  I went to put him back in the pen his Mother was in a towering rage at his removal. The little piglet dived back in with his brothers and sisters.. I hoped he would burrow in and hide the iodine smell. But she made a run for me.

Charlotte went for the fast disappearing arm I still had in the pen as I released him and showing me her teeth, screaming at me, then  chose instead to knock my hand back out. Though I  was on my way out anyway! She shouted and growled through the fence and roared at her babies to stay in the corner.

She was pacy and upset for quite a while so i chose to leave her alone for the night and not check them again.

I tiptoed out early this morning and all nine were asleep cuddled in with her so they must have had a good night.  And  Nine is still alive.  I guess it has a name now. Though his wee life may be short.. I say he but  in my intense and then controlled deeply silent panic I forget to even look and see if it was a boy or a girl.

That is all for this morning as i must find a way to reset the font size,. I cannot see what i am doing. I hope this does not publish in miniature as well! But there is only one way to find out! But I have no idea how to fix this. Ah well.

Have a lovely day. I am off to feed the Mother beast!

your frustrated friend, celi