The watched pot coming to a boil

We have been waiting all weekend for Pigachu to start farrowing (give birth to her babies).  Last week we gave urgent attention to building her a nice big new shelter to rear the piglets in.  She and Erlestoke enjoyed it, ripping open the straw bales we put down one side and making a lovely deep and dry straw bed.


We moved Erlestoke the boar in with the other sow and her piglets before the weekend, so that Pigachu could have peace and quiet.   Pigachu had milk in her udder on Friday and so we were sure that she would be starting at any moment.  So we waited, and waited and waited!


She began nesting on Saturday.  Nesting is where they gather straw, branches, bracken and sticks and make themselves a bed.  Of course she decided against our lovely new shelter, and instead made her nest in the old greenhouse dome that had blown into her paddock.  We thought it a strange choice since the dome is completely collapsed and dead, but it was here choice.  Anyway we were sure that the piglets would come on Sunday, but no.  We started to see the pink pig like the proverbial watched pot that would never boil!


However, this morning all that changed.  Buried in this wreckage of poly pipe, torn greenhouse plastic, straw and branches is a pink pig in labour.


And here is the very first piglet.  Another orange pig like his dad.  And in news fresh in from Sam I have just learned that number two has arrived – and it is pink!


Gotta go now to see the new arrival – so sweet.  Caleb wants one with patches now.



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