Our pig is pregnant? Isn’t that exciting. Poppy the Hereford gilt (a gilt is a female pig who has not had piglets yet) wishes to announce (though she would prefer NOT to discuss her insides) that she has missed her first heat since being bred. We have had such a long run of missed breedings, both bovine and porcine, that I am still hedging my bets and in fact my Mentor of all things Pig said she would NOT have bet on it. But the signs are there. No returning heat and extreme laziness and gentleness. She has not bashed at the gate once! She is a very laid back pig all of a sudden.
So .. we may yet get piglets. YAY. (a very little Yay not wanting to jinx it). Touch wood – Dance around three times on one leg in a westerly direction, throw salt over my shoulder and all that. What’s your favourite superstition to avert bad luck? – ok do that one!
Sorry there is no picture of Poppy making her announcement but things were busy, busy today. No doubt she will be in front of Camera House today.
The incubator eggs have finished being turned and are safely shut into the Snug. Door shut – no visiting dogs. The table heater is on and in the brooder box warming and waiting. The eggs are due to hatch on Monday (though as we know from the incident of the Accident chickens sometimes they hatch early). My International visitors are hoping that they hatch early!
I am thoroughly enjoying having young people staying again. The girls worked hard all day. Happy to pitch in anywhere. Being from three different countries (Hong Kong, Korea and Japan) they all speak English to each other and are endlessly comparing words and foods from their homes. And yes tomorrow they are cooking!
They are fascinated by the animals. And will drop anything they are doing to ride around to the West barn in the truck. They love being on the back of the truck, even in yesterdays cold blustery weather. There am I all alone in the front sat in solitary splendour as two dogs and three girls ride on the back. And being a Mother I drive slowly, slowly, afraid that someone will fall off. Mothers! No fun!
They are even a wee bit disappointed that today should be warmer and we will be Walking to the barn instead. But they will catch that magic too. There is a kind of magic here. I just let it happen. You can see the farm on the prairies moving across their faces like a bright cloud with a string. Slowly, slowly the visitors drift upwards their tethers dropping like ropes from a hot air balloon. Then they laugh. Working on a real farm is the most natural work in the world. It is my favourite gift.
The sheep have finally been sold. It is sad to see off the three sheep and sad that I am no longer a sheep farmer. This New Zealander loves sheep you see. But the end came. We had a lovely run and as you know when Mama the big sheep died the heart of my sheep enterprise died with her. Sad but true. And we really do not have the room for three big sheep pets. Life keeps renewing itself, just like our voices. We have been in a wee slump for a while now but I have a feeling the farmy and I are climbing back up out of it.
Whitney that shot of the big rock is for you!
I hope you have a lovely day,
Your friend on the farm