All these babies wake up a farm from its frigid winter slumber much faster than the weather. Even though we only just reached above freezing yesterday, still the babies all commanded attention and sweetness and good food. Even the biggest baby of them all our beloved Sheila.
I have taken Poppy and her Bali Belly right back to basics. She just smelt wrong. So I tore off the label at the bottom of her specially ground feed and went over it more carefully. Consequently I have hauled the bag of special baby pig food out of the barn and dumped it, after finding ‘animal fats’ in the badly printed small print. I truly believed that I had got what I asked for but maybe the person I bought it from did not realise. Anyway I have been over this and should have checked the label more carefully. From now on, like Sheila, she only gets food I have mixed and ground myself. I was being lazy. All yesterday she only ate fresh food and raw milk, boiled eggs and tiny portions of kefir and by the evening she was perking right up.
By afternoon it was warm enough for the babies to come outside. The Bobby took Daisy for a walk. Three days old and he was gambolling about the field. He slept well last night.
Daisy and I are getting into a rhythm with the milking now . Though her udder is still too wide for the cups to reach all four at one time. Luckily I have had John to help. The next few days are going to go even colder. And John is back at work. So as well as milking three times a day, without John about to help, I will have to bring the pump and the defibrillator, that sits on top of the bucket and drives the pulse, back up to the house where it is warm. There is no way around this. Luckily the pump is on wheels. You will remember we did this all last winter. However by the end of the week it is due to warm up a little.
Guess who inherited him mothers dagger looks. 
The peahens are still waiting for Godot.
Sheila and I went out for a good run, she always feels better after a run. I have a feeling that this winter is getting her down too. I have never sighed as much as I have sighed this winter and I think Sheila feels the same. 
Nothing like a running pig. I call out, “Lets Race” and she and I run like crazy back to her pen, I turned to take this shot very quickly as she was gaining on me! She has never actually run me over but you cannot be sure with a galloping 400 pound piggie. She Loves to run and then when she turns the corner she trots back into her bedroom panting like a horse.
I hope you all have a lovely day.
Spring will visit by the weekend and it will get warmer! I am SURE this time.
Love your friend on the farmy
celi
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Reading labels drives me nuts… I’ve learned the hard way never to assume about descriptions, ingredients or best by dates but still I buy stuff that at home upon closer inspection goes straight into the bin.
You had me laughing at the mental picture of “Let’s Race” 🙂
Shelia absolutely validates my life long decision not to eat anything with a face 🙂 xx
Late love and laughter: Oh I DO love the mother-and-child pictures received in the middle of a busy day! Make me relax and smile and go at a far more sensible pace myself!! Bobby has a few wonderful years ahead on the farmy, so won’t stress too much over his inevitable future!! And , [the proverbail] OMG ~ that biggest baby of them all . . . who quite by accident became the icon of the farmy 🙂 !
She is quite the icon! Morning Eha darling.. c
Some time from where you know sending you a huge hug and a good ni-ni whenever you get around to it!! I am unpacking a month’s worth of groceries – should not complain: many people in this world do not have that for the next day!! Sleep well, Milady!!
sleeping as we speak!! ni ni mama eha
I can just see you being chased by Sheila. Too bad we don’t get video! Poppy is looking brighter. The Bobby has great legs, and he knows how to use them–taking his mother for a walk. That made me smile, for sure.
I love the photos of the bobby and his mum. They look so connected to each other. Sheila running – that just makes me laugh. Isn’t there a saying about spring coming in like a lion and leaving like a lamb. I think it’s going to come roaring in just when you least expect it.
Your posts are like a breath of fresh (cold!) air.
Oh, Daisy’s udder looks so much better. Well done, you. And it’s high time to sponsor the Pig Races. Can’t you see a pack of 400-pounders high-tailing it across the lot? There’s the next calendar.
You are amazing. I hate it when the livestock run. I feel for the fences.