The Poppy’s Nine (one day old piglets) are proceeding splendidly. Their first day in the world was spent sleeping and drinking. They seldom leave the warm belly of their mother on this first day. So tiny they need constant food. So they drink and sleep and drink some more.
All was going perfectly to plan But I forgot about Molly. (I had brought Molly into the barn to be company through the wall for Poppy and also to give me time to get Molly’s piglets out into the field.) Anyway I was walking on cat feet through the barn to feed Molly and she leapt up onto the gate then missed her footing and fell with an enormous splash and clatter into her water tub. The noise was like a clanging bell.
This caused Poppy the Sow, in her area on the other side of the barn with her newborn babies (she is not in farrowing crate just a very large purposely designed farrowing pen described here), to leap up – this caused one of her piglets to squeal loudly. The little piglet screamed at the top of its tiny lungs. The screaming caused an avalanche. A cascade of sound and movement.
I froze then I brought my head very slowly over her straw-bale wall so I could see what was going on.
Every one of the piglets was down and frozen in place and Poppy was on her feet also frozen in place, feet glued to the ground, but her head was lowered and ranging from side to side, checking all around the space, her body arched upwards and barking loudly. The sound of this bark was part terror part warning. I must try to describe this sound. More of an AAR, AAR. Not a Woof. When you say it out loud emphasise the R. It is like the controlled bark of a wild pig/dog standing its ground but deeper, longer, it sounds a little lion like to me but just the first lift, it clearly means DO NOT MOVE – I AM LOOKING FOR DANGER. I will bite it’s head off. Do not move. Stay low. Stand still. Get away from my feet. Get where I can see you. Go down. The rhythm is strong, insistent. AAR, AAR, AAR, AAR.
All the piglets had dived for cover in that instant- literally covering their faces, sticking their heads in the corner or under a ledge, stuffing themselves into all their hiding places. They were down, flat to the ground, hard against their creep walls or hugging the floor. Frozen in place – quite still, clinging to the very edges of their new home. Statues. They are born with the knowledge that their mother can kill them by mistake with one wrong move so they have this innate ability to leap for cover in a millisecond and then freeze. The moment she moves to stand they are under their walls and out of harms way. 
Poppy stood on her toes, her back arched, her head down barking for about two minutes. (that is a long time count to 60 twice barking the whole time). Then, once she had ascertained that there was no threat and after glaring at me a couple of times, she went to a corner clear of piglets, she pushed at the floor, making signs that she would be laying down then slowly began to lower her body, barking “Away, Away” the whole time. This bark was less frantic and definitely different but she was still obviously very upset. She put her head down onto her front hooves in the classic Downward Dog Yoga position, bum in the air, head down and held herself like that for 9 0r 10 long seconds, a long time, then when she had made quite sure the babies were out of the way she slowly, very slowly, in a desperate kind of slow motion, lowered her considerable bulk down to the floor and wriggling – rolled over to feed.
Then she began her singsong woof, woof. All is well. Come for a drink. This feeding sound has no actual rhythm. I would like to say syncopated – an anti rhythm. But it is not even as organised as that. Her breath does not determine its rhythm it is more organic, jungly. Muddled. There is a low drum beat in there but it is held back in its timing like a heart murmur missing beats then catching up with no actual conductor. The baton has been lost.
All the piglets, even the little piglet who cried wolf, came out to feed and all was gentle again.
A clever person could write it as music but it would confuse the listener unless of course the listener were a hungry little piglet.
Now I have an image of a bunch of piglets in tuxes and white ties in a concert hall, waiting for the sign. 
When I was a professional Nanny in London I taught the children I worked with that if they lost me to sit straight down, do not move, talk to no-one. Wait. Stay right where you are. Wait some more. Trust me because I would always find them. And they did and I would. I would test them on this especially in museums and art galleries. Places they could lose me, but I could not lose them. So I would slip behind a statue and after a few minutes they would look around mystified, and after the first few times at this game, not alarmed. They would sniff at the game, they would smile to each other and then sit straight down cross legged, lay their bags on their knees and wait. Grinning. Sometimes in the most delightfully inappropriate places.
Kind of a similar thing don’t you think?
I hope you have a lovely day.
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
58 responses to “A Good Mum”
They look so cute. Imagine how ferocious a wild mother pig would be 🙂
Yes I would be more than happy never to meet one!
I have a friend in the French Pyrenees, who’s father is master of the boar hunt. She said if I go there in hunting season she’ll get him to take me on the hunt. He’s also a wine grower and they have to shoot wild boar to keep the numbers down – they absolutely love grapes and a family can devour a harvest in a couple of nights! I’ve eaten her mum’s sanglier casserole and it’s quite delicious. Don’t tell Sheila 😉
Sheila would probably run off with a wild boar – or beat him up – who knows! Fancy having to worry about wild boar in your vineyard..
I bet she’s bigger than most of them!
Loved your description here, I could just picture her. I find it so fascinating to watch the communication between mother and babies in animals. We can learn much from them.
Yes and I think if anyone made my baby scream I would be pretty ferocious. No matter the age. We know what a pig knows I think we just try to analyse things too much..
Even blurry, the new babies are precious. Poppy definitely has good mum instincts. Maybe it is time to look for another buyer for the the tweens?
I am negotiating as we speak so hopefully soon – and the bottom has dropped out of the hog market – so they will not go for much now..
Animals are so amazing, they understand as much, or more, than we do. We just can’t always understand them. Your description of her being protective and then gently calling them to feed is just amazing, made my morning!
Yes – she is precious to watch but still in her quiet time today.. c
When we were camping, we taught our kids if they got lost, to hug a tree. Stay in place and we would find them. Glad Poppy is a (normally) calm mother. Glad for her And you.
Tree hugging – wonderful! c
Oh, my. Oh my, my, my.
You held my rapt attention in this, dear friend on the farmy, and the tension of these few moments with Poppy and her piglets was palpable. You are so intimate and attentive in your relationships with all your farmy residents and it comes through strongly in this tale.
I can’t help but feel that this would translate into a remarkable children’s book. It illustrates so very well how a mother pig guards her family, not unlike a human (children, do not open the door until I see who it is) and the lesson of what to do if lost.
Yes! Thank you! c
I heartily agree, this (and many other post from the farmy) ought to be preserved and made available. I’ve been collecting and arranging some into poems — for all ages. Really good writing here!
(Miss C., I made the “sow song” above into a little barn Drama. OK to send it to my friends via another we blog? I’d include it here for you to review, but since it’s almost as long as the post above and all your own words, i left it out. I can put it in another comment if you wish.).
Yes Albert of course you can share anything with your readers – I love the idea of you collecting the stories – no need to put it in another comment – we can come and read it at your place! c
I hope Molly’s mishap turned out as well & she is none the worse for her back dive. I love your musical comparison & vision.
Molly was unceremoniously escorted out to the back paddock and is of course much happier. – and the barn much quieter.. c
What is so remarkable about this tale is that the piglets, even so young and tiny, knew what was expected of them, and OBEYED. She’s a very alert and attentive mama, and I love the descriptions you’ve given us for the whole incident, especially Poppy doing the Downward Dog!
She goes down so very slowly – she is a big girl too! c
Fascinating! I had to read your post to my husband who loved it.
We can learn so much from animals.
I think sometimes we forget WE are animals too and could do well to obey our instincts – mind you all the animals I know do lot of laying about sleeping so that might not be the best route.. c
Maybe that is what we should do more time. Time to reflect and simply enjoy life.
Good Poppy! Will you move Molly now?
Yes – I moved her yesterday after the incident – she is in the back field now.. c
I like your description of the behavior of Poppy and the Piglets. You captured it. Nature has provided them ways to survive. Fascinating.
Imagine raising all these piglets in the wild – I think all those noises are designed to keep them close by.. c
I’m catching up a couple days. Oh so happy the piglets are finally here and all OK. That was some pregnancy watch, is she, isn’t she? Sent word to Chloe in Japan! Poor Poppy though, what must she have been thinking. Hopefully it was just, “Oh, it’s ok, it’s just clumsy auntie Molly.”
Today she is calm as day – just sleeping and enjoying the peace. c
That was a frighteing incident bringing back nasty memories..but this time all is ok. I love the similarity between a few small children and nine piglets…very interesting , sensible, and safe
Your description of Poppy and the piglets was riveting. I felt like I was there watching the whole thing. Thank you.
Yes, how is poor Molly doing? In the worries and concern over the new babies, and now knowing they’re okay, I am wondering about Molly and the result of her tumble, although I suspect she’s fine else you would have said. Those tiny piglets are so precious looking. Loved reading about a mother’s protective ferocity. Hope you have a lovely day too! – Mame 🙂
Oh she is fine – it will take more than falling feet first into a water barrel to slow that girl up!! She is out on the grass and fine.. c