The calf tumbled over, head flopping as he attempted to get his legs under control. Blasting wind and horizontal rain was not going to stop this baby. Mother cow Maya chose the ravine behind the farmhouse to give birth. This was a sheltered spot to bear a calf but was far from the safety of the holding pen.
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There were seven baby pigs in my bathtub. I thought one or two would need help, but three days after their birth it seemed wise to move the surviving seven to the farmhouse. Even though she was an attentive mother with her previous litter, Lucky was not so conscientious on this occasion. Fourteen had been born, only seven were still alive. I had to take action.
No newborns yet. Eleven calves and myriad piglets are due, but expectant mothers are …still expecting. I know how many calves are are coming as each cow typically gives birth to a single baby. Occasionally, the birth of twins has occurred at Miles Smith Farm without incident. However, given a choice, I hope our cows don’t deliver twins.
Disaster struck again last night and we lost a piglet to "squishing." At 4 1/2 pounds this boy was big for a piglet and he should have been able to avoid being laid on by his 700 pound mom.
Second Mud Season is here. In February the ground thawed enough to put up a fence to move the breeding hogs out of their slushy-mucky paddock. Ice dams melted, we cleaned previously-frozen pens. It seemed as though Winter was over. Wrong. March brought eighteen inches of snow cover to the muddy ground. Plowing was hard and walking through the barnyard even harder. Getting stuck was normal, but fortunately, I live with the best “un-sticker” around; husband, Bruce.