POPPY’S SEVEN

Poppy had a very slow start. One wild live baby, one dead (long dead) one then a bad time where I had to go in and bring out the piglet who was stuck, so now there were two.  Then one more dead one. Then Poppy got up and had some dinner and lay back down and went to sleep. After the Two had had a long drink and warmed up  (wrapped in my jacket under the heat lamp while their mother ate and drunk) I waited for her to lie back down then returned them to their mother. Then retreated.

Only two I said to John who was reading his IPad and wondering about dinner.

I went out and did chores, feeding the chickens and the little pigs and the cows and the big pigs while John made dinner.  Popping in on Poppy every now and then. All three were sleeping. \

An hour had passed.

Then while I helped in the kitchen, Poppy popped out five more babies about 30 minutes apart.  I could see all this happening on the baby monitor. But Poppy’s head was heavy, she was having trouble – I could see this.  Twice she tried to get up but could not as the babies fed on regardless. At one point a baby got caught under her head and I raced out and raised her very heavy head to release the wee piglet. Poppy’s head plopped back down.

She passed masses of placenta.

6.30. I herded all the little ones into the heated creep.  I shut them in there.  I cleaned up the placenta and another unformed dead piglet. I forced Poppy to get up. Eating and drinking helps.   In the course of the next two hours I did this four more times to train the piglets where the warmth was but making sure they got lots of milk.    But after the first two times Poppy was not getting.  I can hear her on the monitor not even ten minutes later calling them back out for a drink which is good.  They need to be almost constantly drinking in the first few days. After an hour when they fell asleep around her legs. I put them back into the warmth. Poppy was still shaking – not from cold though. I think from trauma.  She looks huge – her legs sticking straight out.

She was shaky and cold a couple of weeks ago remember?

8pm I fed Poppy cinnamon buns straight into her mouth and covered her in straw for warmth – leaving her belly open for the babies who were sleeping under the heat lamps. She called them out for a drink.

(Molly did this once. Do you remember? She did not get up much for the first 48 hours. So I will give Poppy the right to heal herself.

8.39.   I let her sleep. And I left the babies asleep on their heated mat in the box with the heat light right at their entrance and let everyone sleep for a while.

8.45 She calls them all out again for a drink. Though she herself has not changed position. She barks her song and out they all putter out.  I go out to check that they are all drinking. It is cold and blowing snow, cold.

9. 44  poppy calls her babies – they are all drinking – it is blowing cold – she has been up had a feed and a good drink of water laced with molasses and changed sides and they are all drinking with vigour even the wee fellow who had been trapped under her head.  He is small and looks a bit drunk but he is out there.

10.14 – I collect them from little huddles around the pen and bring them into the creep for a warm up and after a while she calls them back out for hot food in the belly!

10.40 everyone back into the warm cfreep for a sleep – Poppy rolls over and goes to sleep herself.

Midnight. 2am and 4am. The same. Each time I find them sleeping and gather them up and walk them to the warm creep. Their bellies feel full.

It snowed last night and the wind picked up – the worst it has been in a while.

It is 6am now. I am tired and aching. This time I will have a hot shower and dress before I go out into this awful morning.

It was a wicked night – the doors blowing and the snow flying.  If I left them out in that drafty frozen pen they would have been dead by morning.

So there have not been many photos – actually no photos – and not much sleep either.   But the seven are all alive so far and Poppy, though a bit rugged, has heaps of milk and is much brighter by this early morning.

I am not even going to go back over this  post to check this for sense.

After a hot shower, I am going to go out and feed everyone – go through my little routine with the babies then try to catch a little more sleep.  It is 26F. Cold.

WEATHER:  Horrible.

celi

Wednesday 04/04 60% / < 1 in
Windy with on and off snow showers during the morning. High 38F. Winds WNW at 20 to 30 mph. Chance of snow 60%.

Wednesday Night 04/04 0% / 0 in
Some clouds. Low 24F. Winds W at 10 to 15 mph.

Sun
6:31 am 7:21 pm

Moon
Waning Gibbous, 84% visible 11:45 pm 9:13 am

 

 

 

62 responses to “POPPY’S SEVEN”

  1. I’m glad Poppy made it through, along with the babies. And you too, miss c. You deserve a long hot bath. The weather will get better, and I’ll be sending good juju to you all.

  2. So very rough! Wow. I hope you have had a nice sleep and the babies are all doing well as they get stronger today.

    • I just watched (on the monitor) the babies have a good drink, then one by one they peeled off and trotted over to and through the door into their creep. If I went out to check I am sure they would all be curled up together under the hot light. So the really good news is that they have learned their routine and I don’t need to go out and lead them back to bed every time now. c

    • It is working – we still have some terribly cold nights ahead – usually I plan not to farrow in these temperatures but usually these temperatures are up until February and maybe early March. – so far so good though.

  3. Northern Indiana, directly east of you and horrible it is. Yelled “JUST STOP” at the sky this morning while trying to do chores and open a big sliding steel door facing the west, with tears running down my face. I’d been out awhile, was cold and couldn’t get the d*** door open. Then couldn’t get it closed and it HAD to get closed or I’d lose it. When I turned around to go back to the barn to finish milking, again yelling stop, I got hit in the face with a gust that almost took me off my feet and I’m tall, broad shouldered and not petite. I decided to stop yelling at the sky. Hope your day goes better.

    • Oh NO – you poor thing and milking in it to boot. I hate struggling with doors into the wind. I simply could not close the North door on the other side this morning. I don’t have the weight on a normal day let alone fighting a wind at the same time. Fancy the wind giving you a wack. Hope you have finished most of the morning chores. Time for a cuppa. c

    • You have to yell louder. Old sky can’t hear very well because of the wind. But I sympathize with both you and sky. I dont hear well either, and my storm door flies off the handle,so to speak, when I go out for the newspaper, and then doesn’t want to let me in. (Old guy here; farmer in imagination only.)

      Bravo, Miss C and her Poppy! Big night! Thank you for the details. I could have been there, I almost felt like it as I read– except that I was awake most of the night here reading my iPad and wondering why I ate so much dinner.

    • Poppy and I will continue to be vigilant – keeping them warm and well fed for the next 48 hours will set them well on their way. So far so good though – they are moving in and out of the creep under their own steam now so that is good.

  4. Yeah! Your post made me feel like I was right there with you. Wish I was there to lend a hand though I don’t have a clue about birthing piglets!

    • Yes. Plus it is a very quiet, very still vigil. Just me and the mother. Though it was a bit of a shock to come out of all that and find NO chores done at all. I could have used a hand with feeding out.

  5. What an exhausting night you have all had! I hope you have a much more peaceful, warm and restful day. All those piggies are so fortunate to have your care.

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