Matt came in the house about 6:00 last night and said Sarah was definitely acting “piggy”. He took the girls back out with him to get Winston moved and then they set up shop with Sarah, right inside her little hut with her. I’ll bet a pig never had such good labor coaches. Except for coming in to quickly wolf down some supper they hung in there with her, rubbing her back and cheering her on. They even played cards for awhile. It was quite a sight, all of them hanging out in this little 10′ by 12′ pig house that’s only about 4 feet tall.
Shortly after 10:30 the girls came in to tell me the first pig had been born. I went out to check her out, and then made the girls come in (against their will) and go to bed. Hopefully their teachers will forgive us for keeping them up so late on a school night. Sometimes there’s a real life lesson that’s just too good to pass up.
It was almost 1:00 a.m. when Matt finally came in. 9 piglets born live, 2 dead. Not bad at all. They’re absolutely adorable. Each of them is solid black with the floppy ears – just like their dad, Winston, who is a purebred Large Black.
Before all of this excitement began, Olivia took the camera out and brought back a couple of good shots of the other 2 new babies:
This is our pretty red heifer calf, Petey, named for the Little Rascals dog because of the circle around one eye.
This is our cow, Carmel, and her black baldy bull calf. No name yet – any suggestions?