Saturday, March 17, 2012

Playing with the pigglies

Country Girl giving Wrangler kisses!
Wrangler and Ripper smiling for the camera.

 A day of nice weather and we played outside with the pigglies.
Isn't Wrangler so cute?

Thursday, March 15, 2012

cats...and pigs

I love my cats. Well, my kids' cats anyway. They tip over every drinking glass. They play with my hair clips, swatting them into tiny hidden spaces. They shred full rolls of paper towels. They eat your food when you aren't looking.

They cuddle with me. They talk to me. In cat language. One has learned to sound like he's saying hello when he meows though. I'm the only one that can understand him...

And I get to buy new hair clips once they have all disappeared.

Moving beyond my cat therapy...

We have added to the farm! 4 little piggies now call our place home. We have Ripper, Wrangler, Bruiser, and Sampson. We were all ready to build their little house down below the goat yard. Then it snowed. So we built a temporary house between the retaining wall and the shed up in the driveway. We could check on them and keep them tarped in out of the cold. For a few days it would be fine. Then it snowed again. So we ran the extension cord and hooked up the brooder lamp. Pigs get cold easy and and then they get sick. Sick pigs are not what we want.

Facts about pigs-
Pigs are VERY LOUD when they squeal, leave them be and and they will be quite. Don't harass the pigs.
Pigs, although noted for being very clean animals, STINK! Its worse than goats and chickens combine.
Pigs are noisy eaters.

After quietly watching pigs, as to not make any of them squeal, I understand now where the terms making a pig of yourself, hogging something, and eating like a pig come from. It all makes perfect sense now.



Left to right-
Wrangler, Sampson, Ripper, and Bruiser