The wind is howling and it is pouring with rain outside as I sit down for my early morning journal. It has been an Easterly – swinging from the Nor/east for days now and this is a cold wind. Worse it blows straight into the farrowing pen.
So I shut Mollys big East door last night and jammed straw along the bottom to cut the draft. Molly inspected the job with her teeth pulling the straw back out and chewing on it. Then I put down more wood chips in the center for her bed and she came across and set about eating them too. “Eat not your bed.” I said, to Molly as I set up the heat lamps in the babies creep just in case she should surprise me and farrow in the night. But she just looks at me quizzically, munching on the pine as though I am speaking another language.
When I checked her later she was on her knees pulling the label off her big red water barrel with her teeth.
When I checked her even later in the night she was asleep against the bar closest to the warm lights. Fast asleep, her breathing even and slow. I could see the unborn piglets bashing away inside her belly. If all goes well this will be an energetic bunch of babies.
It was grim and chilly yesterday too and the Cadet and I worked on the inside of the barn. Talking the whole time, as we do.
Today the wind will shift to the nor’west bringing cold for a couple of days. The nights will blow right down to almost freezing. I will bring the smallest of the seedlings back into the crowded glasshouse tonight. And hope Molly waits a few more days.
It is March – and almost the end of March at that, but I still feel cold. This is why March is my least favourite month. Not exactly going out like a lamb is it. And a lion announced March. Though after all this rain the fields will grow well when the warmth finally does come though.
The forecast for today: Thunderstorms. High around 60F. ESE winds shifting to NW at 15 to 25 mph. Chance of rain 100%.
The rain will continue right through the night and into tomorrow.
I think I might re-organise animals into their summer arrangements today. The middle sized pigs were sold and delivered yesterday so the trailer is still hitched up to the truck and Our John (the driver) is home because of the rain. I may as well take advantage of that combination.
Sheila leaves the barn and goes to the back paddock during farrowing time. The steers (except the little one) are to go across the way to live with Aunty Del and the bull. Lady Astor and Aunty Anna come back to the farm. Lady Astor is looking quite round and though I am not sure of Aunty Anna’s status, if Alex is bred (and I think she is) then odds are Aunty Anna is bred too. Both having spent the winter with Carlos the bull.
I am hoping to buy a hereford steer that I have found. When he arrives he will live with Tia and her cousin Bobby T3. Bobby T3 is to be sold as soon as he starts putting on some field weight.
I hope you have a lovely day.