In Maōri wai means water.
Wai Wai is a rescue pig and a burns survivor and skin needs a lot of water which is why I called him Wai. When we first rescued him he was dying from his burns, he could not walk and his organs were shutting down but he would drink water and I hand fed him tiny bites of watermelon which he swallowed. Nothng else. It was possible that the fumes from the accelerant used to set him on fire resulted in damage to his throat .
He smelt really bad because parts of his body were rotting. Literally. In some areas his burns had gone right through the muscle.
With a lot of slow and painstaking burn treatments and debriding and with the help of The Fellowship of The Farmy I was able to nurse this rescue pot belly back to health.
Years later his skin is still a mess but he is the happy if grouchy curmudgeon living in the corner room of the old barn.
He squeals and darts away if a stranger dares to pat him (he cannot see well so he gets frights) but has become friends with the Retired Teacher Pigs – also rescues – who out weigh him by about 300 pounds.
Finally I was able to capture an image of a robin! Not a very good one but she is harvesting a berry from the ornamental pear tree which makes me happy.
On the left are Jude and FreeBee the Retired Teach Pigs – also rescues.
My new Duck House Feed Hut is a hit with everyone!
Perfect spot for cutting the sprout cake and serving up pearls to the swine. Free Bee does not like sprouts – who ever heard of such a thing!
By yesterday afternoon everything was syrupy squenchy mud.
And then this morning everything was frozen solid again.
White on White.
Have a great day
PS An old post about Wai when he was still in recovery and the farm was a teaching farm. From 2017.
Weather: A high of 52F today and a low of 45F. With some sun, Nice. Maybe showers again tonight.
Awww Wai Wai is such a sweet pig and so lucky to be with you! Thanks you from all our hearts for being who you are!
Hugs to you and all your family of animals! xoxoxo
Good morning Kathe! 6 years on and he is still a grumpy pig!! Every morning he is stood at the bottom of the steps waiting for breakfast!
I am so grateful for your kindness to animals!
Dear WaiWai is a miracle. I hope he’s forgotten his tragic past. He’s taken to the other two pigs very quickly – I wonder if they remember the farmy.
I cannot believe that that pig tolerates people at all. He is very self sufficient.
I do wonder if Jude remembers the farmy. If he got out whether he would arrive at the door like he used to. Maybe. But I don’t think FreeBee was here long enough to have imprinted. Plus FB was raised with his litter mates and Jude was raised in the house.
It is an interesting thought though.
Yes, I remember Jude in the house – he may be even more of a mircle than Wai! St. Jude of desperate cases and lost causes.
Well named that boy.
I will write about his soon too for all the new people. There are so many stories in the back pages!!
In realty he didn’t stand a chance!
So sweet and glad you two are together
He certainly is a valuable team member – if only to remind us to ‘let the pig have their space!’ Laugh!
WaiWai has always been my favorite!
Oh thats right! I remember that now! Well here he is – as grumpy as ever!! I love this grumpy pig too but can you believe 6 years have gone by!
Time flies–and it has moved strangely since the pandemic, too. I’m just glad he’s still here.
Remembering Wai Wai’s early days makes me feel so sad, but you did it, you worked a miracle. And Jude in the house was such fun, for us readers anyway!😊
I remember WAI in the beginning! You were a wonderful healer!
It was all about tenacity and trying not to vomit!! I will never forget how bad that pig smelt – no-one wanted to help me!
Well, you were/are a true hero
How do you pronounce Wai?
Oh good question. It is pronounced – Why.
I’m glad I asked. I’ve been pronouncing it in my head wrong for years.
Dear Cecilia, I come too late to the blog, I’m afraid.
You are never too late my darling!
You are never too late my darling
You are never too late!!
I come to the blog too late.
Wai wai…. You slatheredhim constantly……and I don’t remember you saying he smelled so badly. It makes sense. I have even more awe for your endeavors on the farmy ☮️💜💗
Poor Wai Wai. Why do people torture animals? I am glad that he has pig friends and that he had you to rescue him.
I simply do not understand how someone could have treated him so –
What an angel you are to have cared for that lovely pig. I don’t understand how people can be so horrible to animals. I have also come late to your blog and am only just catching up on the history.
Thank you!! Ask me anything! The blog has been around for a while so there is a lot of material here!
I remember the desperate struggle at the start to save his skin and his sight. Remember the Papaw Ointment? I was so happy when Lucas’ said they were sending you a whole lot. He’s a tribute not only to his own tenacity but yours.
Yes! Oh my yes! And that zinc cream. It took such a long time. And he was so determined- still is really.