Swineherding with Sasquatch

I was not prepared for this farrowing . . .

At breakfast a week ago I noticed this sow with a prolapse and went on a daring search and rescue search for her piglets.

The iodine helped clean out the wound and it's looking pretty good. I'm pretty sure this guy will be fine, but I'll keep an eye on him over the next few days.

I went looking for The Runt's farrowing, but found this first and is does tangentially relate to The Runt. Once this weaner died, I became worried that the piglets might be sick so I watched them closely thinking The Runt would be the first to succumb to Axiom I.

The deadliest time for a piglet is the first 72 hours. If they make it past that, they usually survive, unless they get stepped on and crushed. But by the time they start weaning at six weeks, they're usually in the clear. Which makes this girls death odd; she was healthy, growing, and gorgeous (she was the pure white one from Piggle's litter).

When we moved paddocks two boars were left behind. And as we all know, if you are left behind bad things happen to you. I'm off to hunt these two down and turn them into dog food.

Even though this big guy was left behind in the old paddock, I've decided to give him a final meal because it's Christmas. But bad things happen to those left behind and this guy is going to get shot this weekend. The lesson is clea: if you don't want to be left behind and die a terrible death, you should choose to follow Jesus today.

Merry Christmas Ya Filthy Animal!