I'm starting to think that the boars being uppity and Pirate going missing are both connected to Daddy's Girl going into heat. We're going to need to loop back to the boars and gilts issue at a later time, but for now we're rejoicing that we found Prate on the property. Now if the dogs would just behave.
Checking in with the three day old piglets.
Once again, this is from last week. I'm still figuring out my workflow and post timing for my new social media app . . . I'm going to be an influencer in my own realm.
We were enjoying evening chores, checking out the new piglets, and talking about how nice Mom's big boar is when Mini-Squatch IV realized that the big boar didn't have an actual name.
He shall henceforth be known as Roscoe.
Unfortunately, shortly thereafter I noticed a large flesh wound in another pig's bacon. A 5" long and deep gash that could only have been made by a very large tusk . . . which is attached to Roscoe's head.