I still can’t tell if Ella’s oldest daughter, Princess, is pregnant or not but I’m starting to think not. Which would make this little guy the last lamb of the 2019 lambing season. If you follow me on twitter, you know that this little dude is teeny tiny. He was maybe 1/2 to 2/3rds the […]
Awwww yeah, the Soay ewes have started lambing! Just look at their precious little faces! There are at least 3 and possibly 4 ewes left to go. One of the remaining ewes looks like she might be about to explode any minute.
Ella has delivered twins for the third year in a row! Did she do it the night it was 50F? Of course not. She waited for the temp to hover near freezing. But also she is an excellent mother, so she got them both dry, warm, and fed post-haste. LOOK AT THIS LITTLE GIRL. Isn’t […]
Of course, every time I say that, someone else has another lamb. But the last ewe left is the one in the place holder image… This little ewe lamb was born to the one ewe I legitimately wanted to have a ram lamb. Last year was the year of rams, this year it was nearly […]
I’ve gotten behind on lambs, mostly because I’m worried about one and didn’t want to post about her all excited and have her drop dead. But she keeps not dying, and I owe y’all pictures! PLUS NOW THERE IS BABY COW. This is the little ewe I’m worried about. She’s not getting very big very […]
I didn’t want house goats. But I didn’t want dead baby goats either, and it was starting to look like those two desires were in conflict. Yeah so these two were actually born yesterday. I have dithered over whether to show them to you because their survival is dicey. This morning I brought them inside […]
February is, mostly the most boring time of the farming year. It’s a time of waiting for other things to happen. Everything that can be done is done and it feels like lambs will never arrive and spring will never roll back around again and …. And then Ella proves me wrong by deciding to […]
The two table lambs go off to slaughter today. It’s the first time I’ve ever taken any of my animals off the property to have them converted into food. I’m naturally nervous and a little stressed by it and feel like it’s a farmer fail, but after raising them for 9 months I just couldn’t […]
That’s right, we have not one but two sheep who need name suggestions. And I still need to draw a name for the little light phase Soay wether, so once these two ewes have their suggestions in we’ll just draw all kinds of names in one swell foop. Or rather I’ll put a bunch of […]
Y’all. For two years now we’ve had Piggy Bank, a mild-mannered and well-behaved little boar who is known for his love of tummy rubs and business-like trot where food is involved. Even when Maggie was breaking out of the fence he stayed peacefully in confinement, doing his pig thing.
And then sometime night before last or in the early morning hours of yesterday, he broke out of the fence and traveled a quarter mile down the road to a house where another mini-pig boar lives. We found out because the same animal control lady who dealt with Maggie texted us and let us know. But by the time we got down there, he’d melted into the woods. Great.
Then that afternoon the people who lived there came up to the house because he came back, broke into their pig’s pen, and kicked his ass. We went down there to try to recapture our little asshole and he went zooming off into the woods again, leading us on nearly a mile long chase before we lost him. Right. Great.
This morning the neighbor stopped by, Piggy Bank came back only this time he broke the other pig out and tried to lure him off to a life of freedom in the surrounding woods. Which I guess is better than trying to kill him but JESUS CHRIST REALLY?? The other pig happily went back to captivity but Piggy Bank melted away into the surrounding forest, oinking balefully. He appears to have decided to go completely feral in the space of 36 hours and now wants accomplices.
I mean what the fuck. TWO YEARS with not a single indication he was longing for freedom and now he’s all “I AM WILD BOAR”. The next step is probably you start putting food in a crate down at the neighbor’s house to see if we can trap him and drag him back home squealing and kicking. But really, goddamned pigs.