Why we’ve been quiet

I shared that our momma pigs had gone outside. We had one good momma with four pretty piglets and one bad mom with one piglet left. It didn’t take long for the bad mom to loose her last piglet. Then it seemed she started working on the other moms piglets. We couldn’t get her into the trailer to leave and things were getting worse with her in there. I was considering just shooting her but we finally were able to get her into the trailer and into the paddock with the finishing pigs. Once she regains some body condition, she will make the ride to the processor and come back as bacon. I won’t be feeling bad about that. Good riddance to that one. 

So our good mom with three piglets then suddenly had a piglet that wasn’t doing well. We gave her a day to see if she could get the piglet feeling better and and there was no progress. So we pulled the piglet and brought her into the house to bottle feed.  

 

We bottle fed and quickly learned we had to push the fluids in with a syringe as she just wouldn’t nurse from the plastic bottle. We also fed a bunch of pedialite via the same method. We fed every hour or so during the day, and every few hours at night.  

 

We kept the piglet under a heat lamp and on fresh hay. We did everything we could but yesterday the little piglet, the biggest and prettiest of the litter, died. 

I always hesitate to bring an animal inside to get this kind of care. Because we select for hardiness and we want the ones that don’t do well to get culled anyway. Also because it’s messy and stinky in the house with a barn animal inside. I don’t even like inside dogs. Also because the mom can usually do a better job than we can. But most importantly because when they come inside with you, it’s a lot harder to say goodbye whether they live or die. 

Latch key kids

When I was a kid there was a well publicized movement about latch key kids and the horrors of what happened to these unsupervised children. I don’t know if this issue was the beginning of helicopter parenting or if that developed on its own. When I was a kid, you rode without a helmet on your bicycle, played with fire, climbed trees, and got poison ivy routinely. As parents, we are extremely fortunate because by living on the farm, we are able to tell our kids to get outside and come home when the sun goes down. We have three neighbors who also live on the farm and who also home school so there is almost always a few parents around at all times, and all the kids know one another.

Last weekend SWMBO informed me that she’d have to go out for a few hours in the middle of the day and that I’d need to watch the kids. That was fine, except I was covering for both Miguel and Emily who were both off of work. That meant I had to go to the markets and do our normal daily pickup. The other families were on the farm so it was decided that the kids could play outside in the beautiful weather and I’d check on them coming and going. As I pulled back onto the farm with a trailer and truck loaded with produce, I found this.

Crossing to the "forbidden" land on the other side of the creek
Crossing to the “forbidden” land on the other side of the creek

This is Swift Creek. It borders one side of our land and is a pretty hard boundary to our property. We really never cross it for any reason. Of course the other side (which is EXACTLY like our side) is mysterious and magical. I know, because when I was a kid it was the same way. I pulled up to find the girls, along with their friend all crossing this downed tree to get to the other side. All three can swim, and the water was only a few feet deep and slow moving, so it really wasn’t a big deal. When they saw me, the girls were worried they would be in trouble. Having been a kid, I knew how cool it was to get to the other side. I grabbed a handful of fresh bananas I had on the truck and walked down to the creek.

Apparently this spot is clothing optional
Apparently this spot is clothing optional

King and Ruby were both with the girls, and King had apparently made repeated attempts to cross the creek by walking across the downed tree like the girls were doing, except he kept falling in. He looked like a drowned rat and was shivering and cold. The girls, who were wading waist deep in the water seemed not to notice the frigid water temps.

Success! Beyond this point, there be dragons!
Success! Beyond this point, there be dragons!

All three girls on the other side of the creek. Muddy, soaking wet, and not really wearing all their clothes but enough that they would be ok. With everyone safely across, I left the bananas on the sandy beach for a victory picnic for their return and wished the girls well. They were delighted and spent some time exploring before coming back. In another few weeks there will be snakes, bugs, briars, and all kinds of reasons to not cross this creek. The girls had hit this opportunity at just the right time and I’m glad they did.

Farm girls aren’t born, they are made, one adventure at a time.

Momma pigs go outside

Sow with her first litter of piglets
Sow with her first litter of piglets

Today the two moms went outside from the hospital barn maternity ward into a paddock with their babies. We also put the three other babies from the immaculate conception momma from a few months ago along with a few older pigs who were not growing as well as their peers. These will all be combined with 22 pigs we have coming from a friend (Hi Chuck!) in a few weeks to make the next group of pigs (called a drove or a sounder) that will stay together till finish. Miguel had to do a bunch of fence repairs to tighten up all the holes and broken hot wires from this winter. Once everything was tight, we could put the pigs where they needed to be.

The new pig trailer we built has come to be invaluable in moving all these pigs around. What used to be pretty exciting is now becoming relatively routine and easy, as long as the pigs stay in the paddock where we put them, which is not always the case.

We have officially arrived! A NCF drinking mug!

This isn’t quite the same as getting your face on a box of Wheaties but it’s just as good to me. My own personalized farm mug, complete with industrial handle. This was a gift from our great friend Kristen. Apparently she makes these things custom, which is too cool.

This is the perfect gift because sometimes after a week of farming I need an industrial drink and this is just the mug! Plus it must hold a gallon of whatever you put in it and it has a built in drinking straw so it’s easy to sip my concoction while I relax. With my drinking problem, this will be the perfect mug for the king farmer after a hard days work!

It says, Life is better at Ninja Cow Farm, complete with cool Ninja font no less
It says, “Life is better at Ninja Cow Farm”, complete with cool Ninja font no less

 

Might as well say "Property of"
Might as well say “Property of” for all the use I’ll get out of this thing.

What’s this? SWMBO? Who put that on there? She doesn’t herd cattle, wrestle pigs, or castrate calves! All she does is plan and cook three meals a day, home school the children five days a week, manage the household, manage the budget, do all the shopping, handle all the pets, schedule everything, and deal with me. I mean she’s probably done by 10am with that schedule! Why does she gets a mug and I don’t?! I’m the farmer, I’m the one that needs a cool personalized mug. Well, and Miguel, since he does all the actual farm work. I wonder how I get a mug in Spanish…

 

Doing chores with the kids

The Princess riding with me to take food to the pigs
The Princess riding with me to take food to the pigs. I couldn’t resist taking of picture to remember this scene by.

Today we had an easy day. The weather was beautiful, once the clouds broke. I had all three kids out helping me today which added to the entertainment AND the timeline. All the animals were in good shape, the grass was starting to grow and the ground is drying out a bit. It’s amazing how a bit of good weather and some a lack of frozen pipes changes your whole day.

For Toya, breakfast on the farm.

Breakfast of champions
Breakfast of champions

 

Some of my readers have commented on how we eat here. The comments are generally centered around how well we eat. I’m terrible at taking compliments and always deflect them or generally say something stupid. However when it comes to the quality of our meals, I concur. Our friend Toya said she wanted to come over for breakfast when I saw her last. She was kidding of course, but here you go Toya, the kid’s breakfast that next day. Farm fresh eggs, fried  in sausage grease. Ninja cow extra sage breakfast sausage links, pineapple from one of our farmer friends (no he didn’t grow it), and papaya.

The smoothie in the glasses is milk, banana, blueberry, raspberry, and kale. Tastes like ice cream.

Spork on the end eats the hard boiled egg. He swore off all other forms of eggs some time back. There is some sort of rule with the kids, one of them has to not like whatever it is we are cooking. I accuse them of drawing straws because it’s completely random. Spork got the short straw on eggs.

The downside of new mothers

We have some new mother pigs on the farm. They are the source of the cute piglet pictures you’ve been seeing. Girl pigs that have not had their first litter yet are called gilts. Once they have had piglets, they are called sows. Being a sow isn’t an easy job and not everyone makes the transition. We have two pigs on the farm who have had litters in the past month. One had six pigs, one had four. The one who had six is a nice pig, isn’t aggressive, lets you rub her behind her ear, and had the most piglets in her first litter. She seemed to be watching out for her piglets, didn’t lay on any of them (always a concern) and also farrowed first. All in all she seemed to be a good mother. The second pig farrowed later, only had four piglets, and was more aggressive. Not terrible, just more. She didn’t like being scratched behind the ear but she was keeping her babies alive so good enough for us.

However the first pig is now down to two piglets, the latest loss the one pictured above. Her piglets are not performing well. She apparently isn’t nursing properly, and worst of all the first two piglets lost were because she ate them. We think possibly another one was eaten but there is no evidence of it. This last piglet lost is not her fault but is even more heart breaking.

The piglets have a small hole that they’ve discovered where they go outside and play. It gives mom a break and the piglets have a chance to root and forage. This one piglet had taken to wandering too far and then not coming back with his brothers and sisters. Miguel had already found him once hiding under a pallet in the barn and had put him back. He also always takes a head count of all the animals, especially the piglets each morning and evening. On our last cold day this week all the pigs were burrowed into the straw and we couldn’t get a good headcount but everyone, including mom, was happy and content. Turns out this piglet had decided to stay outside and mom was making no fuss.

Miguel found him the next day but by then he was already in bad shape from exposure. Miguel put him in our barn bathroom where we keep a heater, cranked the heat up to boiling, made some milk from formula we keep on hand, fed the piglet, then put some high calorie food in the tray you see in case he got up, and checked on him regularly. I checked him when I got home last night, and then came over first thing this morning to check him. He was gone.

We try to give the animals the best environment we can, but beyond that we don’t stop them from being who they are. Our management is based on culling and selection. This gilt has not made the transition to sow and will instead make the transition to freezer. We have good mothers on the farm who take care of their kids with no input from us and with no losses. They will be the ones we breed back. It’s hard and sad to see losses like this, but unfortunately it’s part of farming.

I will bury this little piglet once the sun comes up and then proceed about my normal day, part of which is checking on the two remaining pigs. Hopefully those two can make it to weaning.

Warming by the fire

Pigs warming themselves by the fire
Pigs warming themselves by the fire

Every day we take boxes and boxes of produce and feed our animals. A by product of this process is boxes and boxes. We do what we’ve always done on the farm with cardboard, we burn it in the burn barrel. It just so happens that our burn barrel is right beside the little pig paddock where we keep all of our youngest pigs. During the summer they pay us no mind, but when he days are cold, the pigs do what everyone else you know does when there is a fire, they back right up to it and warm up. You can watch the pigs and they will stand facing one side for a few minutes, then they will switch sides to warm the other side. It’s just like watching people getting around a camp fire or a wood stove. Once they are toasty warm, they’ll wander back off and start rooting for food again but for a while we all enjoy the fire.

Of course, the fire doesn’t replace the warm bedding we give them but who can resist a fire.

Starting tomorrow we should be out of our cold days and the pig will do what we do in the summer with this roaring fire. Stand back as far as possible.

Goodbye to #31 and #49

Spork at a cattle auction
Spork at the cattle auction

Yesterday Spork and I went to Powell’s livestock and attended the cattle auction. We went for three reasons.

1. Spork needs to spend more time with me and less with the plethora of women that inhabit the rest of the house. Too much estrogen can make a boy (and the women he’s around) crazy.

2. Spork also needs to work with and learn from dad. It doesn’t seem like there is that much knowledge being passed when you are doing it but kids are sponges and they soak up whatever is around, good or bad.  Hopefully I can be good for a day and impart some knowledge.

3. Lightning, Dottie’s calf, needed to go by by. She was getting old enough to start looking good to the bull and I didn’t want her bred. I also need Dottie not milking and putting some meat on her bones so she’s in better shape come the next calf. We only run one herd of cows so either you’re part of the herd, or you’re gone. Also, #31, a belted galloway (a ninja cow) was in the same state, plus being a ninja she was starting to act crazy. She needed to go away before she was bred and we had a new ninja on the ground.

Miguel did his pied piper thing and had all the cows in the sorting pen by himself before Spork and I could even finish breakfast. We loaded the two cows up and headed to Smithfield for a days adventure. We met some old friends, made some new ones, and stayed as long as we could but the auction didn’t end till 7:30 and we had dinner waiting for us at 6 so we high tailed it out of there, running some errands on the way home. We didn’t get to see our cows come through the auction ring.

And by “dinner waiting”, I mean SWMBO had two recipes on the counter and pushed us hard working cattlemen into the kitchen where we made sweet and sour pork from one of our pork shoulders (it was awesome!) I’d love to finish the story by saying we then cleaned the kitchen and did the rest of our chores but another of our new friends, Kara from Zin Yoga, had hooked us up with a great bottle of Chianti. I accidentally opened the bottle (these things are always happening to me, clumsy I guess) before we started cooking and post dinner I was swiftly face down on the bed asleep.

#31 brought 1.37 per pound and #49 brought $2.00 per pound. Pretty cheap by today’s standards but it allowed us to optimize our herd which is what we need to be doing. Plus with all the cash going out in pig and cow purchases, it’s nice to put some cash back in the bank every once in a while.