Use your inside voice, Bubba.
Pig kisses. Got to love them.
Yesterday I started another ricotta to be made into ricotta salata. I will make as many of these as I can for the winter (they take 90 days to cure) . Creme Fraiche which we eat with EVERYTHING. and another buttermilk because that is what I use to start the creme fraiche. And yoghurt – between the calves and the pigs and ME we are eating a lot of yoghurt lately. The milk and cream go a long way!
Geraldine above and More piglets.. They are growing faster than weeds and that is fast, the weeds around here grow at lightening speed!
They are also getting so tame now. Once I have sterilised my boots (I have a different pair of boots and gloves for every shed during this period plus sterilising baths for the boots, and overalls when I am in with Little, everything is thoroughly cleaned daily, anything that goes close to the calves, equipment, buckets, bottles,the decks and steps that are stood on in boots, plus the kitchen and the sinks and the bottle washers all must be cleaned spotless after every feed or intervention – it has been a huge amount of work ensuring that this did not spread – pigs are so susceptible not to mention my milk cow) Anyway yesterday I put on my pig-house-only gloves and went in to take pictures of piglets. Poppy has never minded. Now she is looking at them as they approach her much abused udder and she says ” You can take them anytime now miss c, I am about ready to go and lay about in the field with Aunty Sheila – you can have them soon.” And her udder is showing signs of wear and tear. Almost time.
The piglets are eating everything I put in there, vegetables, fruit, weeds, branches of trees, corn, sunflower heads and they already fighting over the cows milk. (It is mixed with yoghurt at night and fed to them in the morning). I have not let them into the fields again yet. I need to make sure Little is better, in case the piglets stage an escape and end up across the property and in Little’s Pen. Piglets are shape-shifters, they get through anything so it is safer to leave them in their lock up in the mean time – they have the run of the center of the barn and their outside playground so they still have lots of fun.
Little is standing up and lifting his tail to poo now which is a great advance. (Sorry to be so graphic but the poor fella was such a mess – he had to be washed down numerous times a day – the smell was foul – the flies were feeding on him.) He still has trouble getting up though and wobbles about unable to stand for long but we are getting there, slowly. And he is beginning to smell like a calf. The flies are gone off him for the most part now.
The four in the West Wing Barn are hitting their stride and powering ahead. Getting stronger every day. Mooing and bashing at me.
Yesterday I felt that maybe I was winning and we had a nice drop of rain to brighten up the fields. The rain gave me permission to work in the kitchen for a change – which was nice.
I hope you have a lovely day.
Your friend on the farm