I'm not sure Matilda, the Large Black Hog likes me. When I go out to say hello across the fence she clacks her mouth at me. Then I run away.
She is really big and I'm a little scared. Good thing there is a fence in between us.
It's like a little dance we do each morning. I go to the fence to say hello. She puts on her grumpy face and I run away. Then I try again later.
Maybe, when I am bigger we can be friends.
Showing posts with label red wattle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label red wattle. Show all posts
Friday, December 4, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
My new favorite thing... well next to MILK!
Pears! Juicy ripe pears and tomatoes juicy ripe tomatoes. Yumm Yummm
My friends Lilly and Grandma Marilyn bring them to me for treats. Slurpalicious!
Dot says I've gotten so much food on myself I could really use a bath... I wonder what that is...hmmm?
My friends Lilly and Grandma Marilyn bring them to me for treats. Slurpalicious!
Dot says I've gotten so much food on myself I could really use a bath... I wonder what that is...hmmm?
Monday, October 12, 2009
My favorite thing!
FOOD! When I hear someone coming with my bottle I jump for joy. Once I nearly fell out the door when it was opened because I was so excited. Dot made of video of me at breakfast today.
Oh My! I sure did get a lot of milk on my face. :) GOT MILK?
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Bottle baby
Last week we went to Missouri to pick up Bud Nichol's herd of Red Wattle hogs: 2 big boars, 4 big sows- one with a litter of piglets . . . and a bottle baby. I decided it would be fun to chronicle the bottle baby piglet's progress on this blog.
Ginny had told us about her before we drove out. She said the piglet was one of a litter of a dozen. Ginny was attending the birth. She had wiped the piglet dry and set her aside when suddenly 3 piglets were born in quick succession. Ginny hurried to wipe them dry. In the hustle, our little girl's umbilical cord got stepped on a stretched. Now she has an umbilical hernia. She can't go back with her brothers and sisters because the hernia resembles a nipple and the other piglets would pull, suck and bite at it. Not a good thing.
So now we have a baby pig. :)
There is nothing cuter than a baby RW piglet. When we got to Bud and Ginny's the piglet was running around the house playing with a tiny puppy. After loading up the big hogs in the stock trailer, we packed up the piglet in a cardboard box with a little blanket and some shredded newspaper. She road in the back seat with Kacie all the way home.
Ginny called her Petunia. This immediately presented a challenge for us as we already have a Petunia pig. Right now she seems to have multiple names: P2, Rosy, Pigaleto. . .
This is her story:
Ginny had told us about her before we drove out. She said the piglet was one of a litter of a dozen. Ginny was attending the birth. She had wiped the piglet dry and set her aside when suddenly 3 piglets were born in quick succession. Ginny hurried to wipe them dry. In the hustle, our little girl's umbilical cord got stepped on a stretched. Now she has an umbilical hernia. She can't go back with her brothers and sisters because the hernia resembles a nipple and the other piglets would pull, suck and bite at it. Not a good thing.
So now we have a baby pig. :)
There is nothing cuter than a baby RW piglet. When we got to Bud and Ginny's the piglet was running around the house playing with a tiny puppy. After loading up the big hogs in the stock trailer, we packed up the piglet in a cardboard box with a little blanket and some shredded newspaper. She road in the back seat with Kacie all the way home.
Ginny called her Petunia. This immediately presented a challenge for us as we already have a Petunia pig. Right now she seems to have multiple names: P2, Rosy, Pigaleto. . .
This is her story:
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