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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.

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.

The search for Pirate continues . . .

Part of the pigs' feed ration is cull peas. Usually they are all green. But this new load is green and yellow peas. They must know that college football practice has started and the Ducks are so natty this year.

I haven't seen Pirate in almost a week . . . So I decided to start searching in earnest for him this morning. My search led to a Sunday morning stroll through almost all of Sasquatch Wallows. Still no sign of the missing boar . . .

As I was enjoying my Saturday morning coffee on the couch, Mini-Squatch IV alerted me to the fact that Chupi had escaped the loading paddock; these are the shenanigans that followed . . .

I found the farrowing! Piggle farrowed on May 6, 2026. She gave birth to 12, three didn't make it past the first few hours. But the remaining nine include the mysterious death of The White Weaner and epic survival of the The Runt.

Which makes The Runt 12 weeks old as of today.

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).

I think these guys are about ten weeks old. The size difference between The Runt and the rest of the litter is staggering.

I am actually astounded that this little guy has made it this long. The littles have wanted me to bottle feed it, the wife has suggested putting it out of its misery, while I decided to just let pigs be pigs.