The pears have petered out except for a last few left in my fruit bowl and now the cows have been switched to pumpkins for their milking treat. The cream in the milk when I was milking on pears was amazing. The pumpkins make for a rich heavy cream. I found some reasonably priced lemons at the supermarket the other day so today I will make more marscapone. And more ricotta salata for the winter.
Yesterday 4 of Molly’s tribe (3 month old pigs) were sold to another farm. They were transported in our stock trailer but to catch them I threw a little food into a big dog crate – they ran in, I shut the door then their new owner and I lifted the box and carried them to the trailer. No squeals, no frights, no worries. Just a heavy lift. The hardest part was getting only ONE pig to run into the crate, I would have three or four trying to jam their heads in there like porcine key-stone cops. Plus they really were too big for the box so it was an uncomfortable few minutes for them.
They are growing fast.So, the four greediest have gone. Now the last nine will get a better shot at the bowls of milk and boiled eggs and vegetables (pumpkins too) and whole milk soaked grains and they will grow even faster now.
Six more will leave in December leaving three to be grown on over the winter.
The fatties are going to a good home and I am confident they will behave themselves. Unlike Poppy’s tiny chubby children who will not stay within their fences and keep appearing (much to their delight) on the driveway. They are easy enough to get back into their own garden, with Boo’s help, but it seems that every day they are finding ways to escape so every day I am barricading up another hole.
At some point this winter I am going to remake that whole fence-line.
The babies have grown so much in the last week that their warm light has been turned off for a number of days now and they have graduated to the big, dog house which I have fitted into their creep. I like them to have their own roof and they love being able to snuggle up together. Pigs are sweet like that. Every pig I know (except Sheila who hates pigs) loves to snuggle up.
Good morning. The weather continues to be warm and still. And in the night the readers of the kitchens garden tipped over the 6000 mark. Thank you! Don’t forget to introduce yourselves in the Join Us page in the Menu above.
I can hear the calves bellowing to be let out onto the grass again. They are doing very well. I hope you have a lovely day.