Piggie Loves

 

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Use your inside voice, Bubba.

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Ok Mama.

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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!

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Geraldine above and More piglets..  They are growing faster than weeds and that is fast,  the weeds around here grow at lightening speed!

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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

celi

42 responses to “Piggie Loves”

  1. Happy for the good (and improving) news about Little. I hope this week is filled with more encouraging developments, and that your days calm a bit. xx

  2. Little’s getting a little better, little by little and day by day. Poor lad, it’s beastly being very, very sick, and if I were in his shoes, I’d want a Celi looking after me, meticulous, careful, tireless and loving. Every day the news about him is a tiny bit better, and I’m hoping it stays that way. Still burning that candle….

  3. You said the W word… winter! I’m hoping you have a looooong lovely Autumn/Fall before that. Poppy… how could those pics not bring a smile 😊

    • That W word is forbidden here. Even the A word (or F if you’re American) is unpopular with me: This little poem with a sad photo of our skarty apple tree, is on my blog today.

      Leaves are yellowing
      early on the apple tree
      scatter on the lawn
      fallen spirit of Autumn
      prematurely lowers mood.

      I’m so happy to hear the healthier news from the farmy. Celie, you are a marvel – how much you manage to pack into each day.
      love,
      ViV

      • Beautiful poem, it’s exactly what I felt seeing some horse chestnuts the other day – all leaves brown and laying around on the earth. A bit early in the beginning of August I thought… Their fruits have not even ripened until now…

  4. Oh Celi: was so impressed with all your milk products went to talk to Mr Google about ricotta salata – use fresh ricotta like mad but thought this had to mean something else: well, I sure learned a lesson . . . do you use it more or less like Parmesan? And your description re all the sanitizing sure makes one think of a hospital operating theatres complex . . . what a pile of extra labour! Good luck with it all!!

  5. You make so much go right Celia, my hat is off to you. It isn’t just the hard work. It’s the orchestration, the caring, the humor and the beauty. YOU GO GIRL! Di

  6. Whew! I feel like I check in every day now hoping that the calf-news stays good and the rainy-season does not return! Glad things are going smoothly for you right now.
    xoxo!!

  7. Celi, have you ever thought about an electric fence for the pigs? They work great! The pigs learn so quickly their boundaries that you don’t get any Houdinis making great escapes!

    • Remember the electric fence I had for Charlottes one’s? They ran UNDER IT!! getting zapped each time..pn the way In and Out – did not care at all.. but yes this time I will make it lower so they a re zapped BEFORE they get under it.. c

  8. Piggies – mischief makers!!! But they are so very cute. Poppy’s getting to have those ‘wise’ eyes that Sheila has always had.

  9. The piglets grow so crazy-fast … as you said, like weeds. Did you clip their sharp little eye teeth at birth? That is something my husband does to help the sow’s udder not get so ravaged. Poppy has been amazing, hasn’t she? Great update on Little!

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