We tried moving the pigs a couple weeks ago, and it went horribly. We regrouped. We consulted a friend who very successfully moves her own pigs. She agreed to join us for the event and be our pig moving maestro. I called 3 other friends, along with my dad and my husband.
After the events of the past week, my trying new things emotional stores are spent. Between the physicality of building the chicken coop, the excitement and emotional ups and downs of having a cow, with a calf, milking, possible start of mastitis, and now the prospect of 5 runaway pigs, I was shaky. I can usually rally, but my good friends could see that despite my attempts to breath, it was a lot. So, I was told to let them take care of it, and just watch…
I tried, and almost did that, until they couldn’t convince the pigs to come out of their current pen. I calmly went in, talked to the pigs and coaxed them into the makeshift hog panel walking crate we had fashioned. I held onto a back panel, and together, quietly and calmly we walked all 5 pigs across the driveway, along the back of the house, through the side lawn and into the new pasture area. Not a hitch. It was as perfect as if we’d done this all the time.
I wanted to cry a little, with the relief that overwhelmed me upon looking out and seeing 5 happy pigs, a new coop full of happy chicks, and a happy mama cow, with a happy suckling calf. Yes, things felt better, and I was so glad to be in the place of looking back on a good, but hard week.
To end they day, I took a trip to the ocean. I find the ocean calming and relaxing, and I wanted to pick up seaweed anyway, so the perfect last minute head clearing trip was made. I have four 5 gallon buckets of seaweed, and about 3 gallons of ocean water to use on my plants. Our New England soils are so depleted of nutrients, that adding seaweed and sea water to the beds gives back many of the trace minerals the soils lack, and in turn ads the trace minerals to the plants, making them more nutrient dense.
You can purchase products like sea-90, which is a bagged version of the trace minerals, extracted from the sea, and I may get some of that at some point, but I’m sure the added benefit of sun, sand and beach air on my psyche tonight was worth the trip, and picking up a bag from the store doesn’t have the same side benefit, I’m sure.
I’m tired, but much more content tonight.
Nellie and Declan are doing well. He’s a heavy eater and there has not been need to milk her out, so we decided to give them a day with no prodding. Just Nellie and her boy, hanging out, resting, nursing, and calm. I think it’s just what she needed. We will start milking soon enough. He’s a clever little guy. She likes to let him nurse on her left side, but not her right. The right is the side we were concerned for mastitis, but he figured out a solution. If he nurses on the right, she kicks him out of the way. If he nurses the right teats from the left side, she still kicks with her right foot, but he’s not on her right, so he keeps on nursing, while she kicks at the calf that isn’t there. It’s pretty funny, and he is pretty happy. It seems to be keeping her milked down on both sides, now. He’s cute and clever!
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