As I mentioned yesterday, Sara stepped on one of her piglets and left a gaping open wound on its shoulder. We’re so lucky to have my brother, who not only works for our vet but also has much more hog experience than we do and farrows many, many more litters than our 2 (soon to be 6!) per year.
This little girl took getting stitches much better than Rafe did.
She’s a cute little thing! We don’t normally name our butcher pigs, because they all look alike. But this one, if she has a recognizable scar after the stitches come out, will probably have to be “Lilo”.
Fatman didn’t think she was that cute.