NOTHING LIKE A GOOD BREAK-OUT!

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Usually everything is pretty calm at this time of year. Until it is not.

 

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We all go about our business hoping the feed will hold out. Worrying about rain. Counting eggs, checking gates, checking feed and generally just poddling about.

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Until we get a break out. I grow the plonkers up to around 200 pounds before they are sold. This is as far as my fences and gates can take it. And what the market demands. And yesterday the four big hogs for market proved that they have reached their weight by bringing down their gate and rampaging through the calm corridor paddock. DSC_0065

As I rounded the corner at a run I could see the four big hogs hurling themselves through the ducks, who lifted their skirts and ran shrieking. The big animals were running at everything at speed honking and barking with a mixture of sheer naughtiness and confusion. So excited they could not bear it. As Sheila and Poppy spilled out of the staffroom in the field next door, barking instructions, they ganged up on chubby Wai Wai  knocking his hat off and roughing him up a bit. He shrieked. They charged through the barn and luckily turned around and charged back out before they found the open gate to the drive. Pandemonium ensued. They threw themselves into the duck pond and loudly rolled about and upon seeing me approach with a bucket they ran at me all slathering and filthy, dripping with muck and laughing out loud. Bullyish, bullish and pushy and BIG. Knocking me and that food down became the game.  I ran at top speed for the broken gate, dodging obstacles, threw the food over the fence, bucket and all, and then dragged the gate upright as they shot past me.

Holding the gate closed as they fought for the small portion of food that was in the bucket, I shouted for help at the top of my lungs.

Help did come after a while, and after the food had run out and they began to lose interest in me, then returned for his tools and fixed the hinges on the beleaguered gate and all was well.

But for a while there all was not well.

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John limped back inside grumbling about naps interrupted and I continued with the chores. As all the animals were fed and settled, calm dropped across our shoulders once more. Settling back down into the grooves.

Always there is a break out. But you never know when it will come. And it is such a relief when it is over.

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This week I will get to work and get these four sold before they remember how strong they really are. And I will begin selling cows too. Though the money has dropped out of the domestic markets with the war on international markets, and millions of pounds of meat is being stockpiled unsold in the US at the moment, I am hoping my niche animals will hold their price. My infrastructure is groaning – the gates and fences are being pushed. I expected it. I knew this day would come – it is just the way of things. I need to lighten the load of animals I have, pronto.

But I had to wait until they were a saleable weight. And they are looking so good.

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Sunflower Pork sounds so nice.

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I hope you have a lovely day and I hope I do too!.

Love celi

WEATHER: We might get a shower or two – though I have no hay down!!

Monday 07/30 60% / 0.18 in
Scattered showers and thunderstorms. High 74F. Winds ENE at 5 to 10 mph. Chance of rain 60%.

Monday Night 07/30 20% / 0 in
A stray shower or thunderstorm is possible early. Some clouds. Low around 60F. Winds light and variable.

Sun
5:47 AM 8:10 PM

Moon

Waning Gibbous, 94% visible 9:57 PM 8:17 AM

 

 

43 Comments on “NOTHING LIKE A GOOD BREAK-OUT!

  1. I can just imagine what you’ve described — and I’m imagining the whole thing as a video with “Wipe Out” playing in the background. (Isn’t the sixteen year old drummer great?)

  2. Even though it was chaos, and your story clearly depicts that, I have to admit to laughing a little at your words of the big girls pursuing you for food. Once that moment passed I felt relief that the danger had passed as well. That was not a good situation to be in. This story could have turned out quite differently for you Miss C, and not in a good way. Off to market those naughty animals must go…!

  3. “Rampaging” – got a giggle out of that because it’s the perfect word. You described the whole thing so well.(Love the sunflower pix towards the end)
    I hope you only break out dancing the rest of the day!

  4. Rarely ever a dull moment on the farmy! And once the dull moment arrives, all hell breaks loose!!! 🙂

  5. So glad Our John was home! I bet Sheila was in a huff like a little elder lady would be around hoodlums running a muck!

    BTW: I was cleaning out my craft room and found my box of Letters for my Baby Girl stashed away. I gave out two copies this weekend. That is such a wonderful book! Hope your day goes well…. P

  6. Wow! I had no idea this could happen! Sounds scary. I’m glad you are OK and John was home. Wishing for more dull moments!

  7. Hilarious – it’s a shame that Sheila doesn’t come out and round them up!
    I do hope you’ll keep a little plonker pork for yourself – I’m sure it will be extra special. I imagine that the best quality meat (yours) will fetch a sensible price. I suspect it’s the export market that is suffering.

  8. Oh my goodness, that must have been frightening. The pigs really don’t know their strength and things could have gone south very quickly. I am glad you are OK. Poor John, having to get up from his nap to help you from being trampled by the pigs. Glad things are back to relative normal. XOXO

  9. I could just hear Sheila barking “don’t make me come all the way to that fence….”
    I did laugh, but only once I knew you were safe🤣 Laura

  10. We have heavy wire loosely twisted into a ring on the swing side of the gate. Top and bottom. This keeps it from flopping over if a critter knocks them off the hinges.

    Just one of the preventative measures that I’ve learned over the years with dogs and horses.

    Naughty pigs.

    • I had string!! Ha ha ha . Going out right now to do the wire thing! Thank you!! I had a steer once who put his head through the gate and simply tore it right off- he stumbled about wearing it for a few minutes too. The first steer I raised actually . !!

  11. You brought back memories of being about 13 or 14 and staying with my cousins when their cattle got out in the middle of the night! We all had to jump out of bed and help get them back in! Not a fun night.

  12. Whew. Glad you came through relatively unscathed but I am sure it was a bit chaotic and hairy for awhile! Good luck on the upcoming sale of those plonkers!

  13. Rambunctious is the only word…. Pitting your strength against four great 200 pound slabs of muscle really does show the value of chucking bales of hay around. They’re like college football players. Large, muscular, and game for a lark. High time they were bacon…

  14. I can see you flinging the bucket into the air. The ducks must have been scared even more witless. Have you considered delivering small samples to select organic chefs in the city?

  15. Sounds like a great breakout, involving as many characters as possible, including the napping John!! Clever animals!

  16. Very exciting. All that ham and porkchops running about. I hope Wai Wai was able to collect his dignity without too much trouble. Your descriptions are so vivid, I always feel like I’m right there with you. I have had to help round up cows, chickens and cats. Very challenging. Peaceful days ahead I hope.

  17. The thought of your ducks “lifting their skirts and shrieking” nearly had me on the floor from laughter. Your descriptions are priceless! Glad you and Wai Wai came through unscathed!

  18. Ha ha as others have said your description is so good! I love the line Sheila and Poppy spilled out of the staffroom. Poor Wai Wai 😂🐷😂

  19. I believe a small wildlife cam would be great to “capture” the next breakout to be accompanied by the song Wipeout! It would be a literal scream!
    Hope things are calmer today!

  20. Luckily you weren’t trampled during the breakout and food rush. My nephew thought the pigs in an earlier post were wild boars not ‘domesticated’ pigs. Hope you get a great price per pound for those prime piggies.

  21. You are one heck of a story teller!! My heart was racing but I was laughing at the same time. How dare you allow a crisis to interrupt nap time? I agree with you. I think things are going to get seriously worse before they get better. I keep praying for the end of it.

  22. Gad! What an experience! I’m glad no one was really hurt, although poor Wai certainly would say different and I suspect the ducks don’t think it was at all fun. It was a good thing your John was home, even if it did bollix his nap.

  23. Darn, only wish some one had been there with a GoPro to witness this for posterity. Such a great storyteller you are, Miss C! Can clearly see you in my mind’s eye: food bucket flailing while rampaging bullies are lured at a gallop back behind bars (where they so clearly belong!)

  24. Chaos makes for great storytelling here. Nothing like a little adrenaline rush – you nailed it with quick wit and an instant plan. Who knew a bucket with a little feed can be life-changing?!! Good work, Miss C!

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