Showing posts with label pregnant pig. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pregnant pig. Show all posts

Friday, December 12, 2008

Pregnancy watch

Tank is looking pretty darned big. her belly is so big it's almost dragging on the ground. She's a pretty tall sow, usually has 10-12" of ground clearance. I'm going to rub some bag balm on her tommorow. Walking around with her belly so low means that her udders get scraped by the grass and ground, and get red and tender.




You can see the grass hits her even when it's pretty short.



The pups are growing like weeds. They've discovered that sleeping in the hay is pretty darn warm and comfortable.

They weigh about 25lbs now, of an adult weight of about 60lbs, so we're halfway. They spend their day hunting fieldmice. Monster and Kat actually find the fieldmice and kill them. Monster eats them, but kat gives them to her pups who spend an hour or two tossing them around. They're interested in the live mice, just haven't figuried out the killing part yet.

Kat, their mom, is showing more promise as a herding dog. She helped me recover a chicken today that got out of the coops -- ran in front of it, cut it off, and then herded it right back to me. I'm going to look for a herding trainer around here.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

I am sooo pregnant

This is our boar. he's a handsome fellow, about 20 months old, and weighs around 500lbs. he's a berkshire boar. This is the animal that I am aware of when I'm working in their pasture. He'll sometimes see me on the other side of the pasture, and run all the way across. I'm pretty sure I can't outrun him. So while he's galloping at me I have to decide whether it's a backrub he's after, or if he's grumpy. So far he's been mostly itchy, but every now and then he'll come over and try to bite me. He's only half-interested in biting me -- he doesn't make any sort of followup, and I don't tolerate it, but it's a balancing act. I do not turn my back on this animal without having the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

Today I chose to step over the magic electric fence to safety. Shorty, one of our sows, greets him.
Shorty looks small in this photo. The boar is 40" tall at the shoulder. Shorty is 350lbs by herself.

This is the subject of this blog. This is Big Momma, my most experienced sow. She's been a great mother and has consistently weaned a high percentage of her litters. She's feeling pretty pregnant right now. I'm guessing that she's due this week. She's laying down like a dog would -- with her hind legs tucked underneath her, and her front legs straight out. She weighs about 450lbs and is roughly 5' long.

Moving around to the side, I'd like to take a look at her nipples. I can usually do this by rubbing her tummy and nipples. I'm guessing it feels really good to be rubbed. You can flip over a 450lb sow with your finger.


That's another pigs ear in the forground. The pigs tend to follow me around when I'm making my rounds. Towards the end of my trip I'll have the whole herd following me. It must look pretty funny from the highway. People honk sometimes.


She doesn't really want to move, so I'm about to move on, when the boar comes up.

He manages to get her on her feet, mostly by threatening to mount her, and as a result I can take a look at her nipples.



Yes, she's starting to get "bagged up" -- Birth soon. I try milking her -- but no milk is flowing, so not today. Maybe tommorow or the day after. Sows enjoy being milked.