We brought another sow into a farrowing pen. Not because we thought she was due this week but because she was getting beat up by Peter the boar. She had more than love bites, she had gashes from him. Plus, she was too skinny. We suspected that she wasn't getting her fair share of the corn (being muscled out by Peter and the other sows). When we put her in the pen she was clearly ravenous, and started eating the bedding we put down for her.
The pigglets from both sows were doing great. The new bunch are adorable with their little pink and black spots. The older group and very playful and daring. I will put my hand in the pen and they run away and then slowly come creeping towards me and start sniffing my glove with their tiny snouts.

In the past three weeks I have left early 4 or 5 times because of the snow. And while I don't mind getting out of rose bush duty every once in a while, I know they are under that snow waiting for me. And I would much rather clear them when its cold out so I can have four layers between me and their pricks.
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