Category: Living the life
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Through the Eyes of my Son
Yesterday my son took Camera House for a walk and last night he wrote these words for you and me. He and his family will be going back to wintry New Zealand in a few days and he wanted to add his voice to the blog for a moment. I am so proud of…
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Shots of tiny piglets
Because of the humidity and Molly’s (and my) distress at her slow recovery from the birth of eleven healthy piglets, I opened the big barn door on the side of her farrowing pen and held my breath. Usually I don’t let them all out until the piglets are a little older and the yard is…
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The Creep
In the piglets farrowing chamber there are two creeps. A creep is a space that only the baby animal can enter. both these creeps have plenty of dry straw and a warm light. Molly’s piglets decided to make their own. They found a space between the big old sliding door and the wall that had…
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One Day Old Piglets
Molly is a nervous mother but holding her own. Very new and totally shocked at the sheer number of miniature pigs running around her feet. But if a piglet squeals she freezes and waits for the little ones to regroup before continuing. She is eating and drinking well and, as you can see, so are…
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ELEVEN PIGLETS
Last night around midnight Molly gave birth to eleven good sized little piglets. I was caught by surprise by the numbers and only had one small towel with me. This got damp fairly fast drying off one piglet after the other. So I took off my shirt and used that as well, by baby number…
The Kitchen's Garden 