Look at your skeleton. Lucky we are to have one. Have you ever looked at your fingers, felt around them, pushing the skin about, worrying at the bones laying there under your skin. Like a bone person living within you? Harder yet gentler. Have you ever run one finger down the other finger feeling the bone in there. There is a bone in there you know.
Compared to this red image, the real one, that is a bloody visceral mess, all the piglets passed out asleep under their heat lamp. Their red heat lamp. Red is not a restful colour. But this is what they really look like.
Happy wee piglets. About this time in their development (four/five days old) the piglets begin to seek warmth away from their mother. Until now they would sleep very close to their mothers. But now they are in the creep most of the time, where they can lay out flat and safe. Relaxed. No worries about sudden sow movements from their mothers razor feet.
The cold must be coming because all the animals are building big warm beds.
The heat lamp is above a metal trash bin for two reasons. 1. The metal conducts and retains heat so when it is really cold the piglets have a great big hot water bottle to climb inside and 2. if the light bulb falls it will smash apart on the metal, lessening the risk of a barn fire.
By 9pm last night, when I did my last rounds, the piglets were all INside the metal rubbish bin, the hot light warming the metal and keeping them all toasty warm while Poppy slept right at the entrance to the creep only a breath away her own skeleton covered in a solid layer of pork fat quite prepared for the winters cold with no need for a heat lamp.
I hope you have lovely day.