Tuesday, February 19, 2019

This past Tuesday I had it in mind to not do anything around our little farm other than the daily feedings. We had spent the previous 3 days working on projects and I wanted to take a break from the farm.

Well, Fiona had a very different idea for our day and decided it was time....for piglets.

What the WHAT?!

Tom was waiting for me in the car and I had the thought that Miss Fiona needed to be checked on. Tom mentioned that she was having a hard time getting up when he was bringing their food out. You never know if there is a problem.

However, when I walked over, this is what I saw...

It might be hard to see, but there is a piglet at her head and another that was just born.

Okay, I guess we are staying home and tending to Fiona instead.

After changing back into my overalls I made my way back out to observe Fiona as she was pushing those little itty-bitty piglets out. Seriously, they really were the size of a soda can with little itty-bitty legs!

This was a first for her and for us - so we had really no idea what to expect. What I didn't expect was for her to create a trench for herself and to plop down into it. It wasn't deep, but it was deep enough that she was unable to really move and when she did move her piglet that was climbing between her and the shed fell down behind her and she proceeded to lean on the poor little thing...oh the squealing!

So tiny!

Since she could shift around every few minutes it was just best to remove the piglets from around her and place them nearby. I don't know if that's advisable, but if we didn't, the babies would be squished. And SQUEALING...

After the five piglets were born - one didn't make it shortly after...she proceeded to continue laboring. So it was hard to tell if there were more coming or not. After probably 30 to 45 minutes the afterbirth was expelled. I'm not sure if that's the average length of time, but she seemed to have a rough time for a while there.

Even while she was in her trench I would get her piglets closer to her, but she just remained in her trench shivering. It was cold out and her babies were also very cold...so we tried a heat lamp, but needed a red bulb so that it would radiate more heat on them. So while they were set up in a shelter nearby, we continued to try to get her on her side. It took a little bit, but we were able to get her to get up and feed her a bit of food...then when she went back to in front of the shed we were able to get her on her side and I brought her babies over. By that time it had been several hours since they were born and they should have been suckling within an hour or two. A couple of them were extremely weak and of the two that were a little more active, one was starting to lose it's strength as well. The last one actually tried to suckle, but we weren't sure there was any milk. Throughout the afternoon I had been in contact with Farmer Jason at Cascade Meadows Farm and he had some suggestions on how to make things work out.

This sweet little thing tried and tried!

In the end, the piglets did not make it through the night and while it was a disappointing thing - I wasn't totally surprised. The whole afternoon did not lend itself to being a successful experience.

What WAS a success was that she was pregnant and she had a litter. So we know that she will be bred again and hopefully the next time will be during the warmer summer months and within the shelter that is being revamped at this time.

A lot of work has been done on this since this photo was taken.

Am I sad that things didn't work out, sure...but I'm glad that we had this experience now instead of having a healthy and successful first litter and then experience a loss.

The Lord knew that the timing was not ideal. We have some things that we are working on and will be working on sooner than later and it would have been hard for either of us to be away with babies on the farm.

I'm confident that the next litter will come and we can celebrate even more so when it happens! Fiona won't know the difference, but we will and that's what matters the most.

Our sweet girl became a sow, but unfortunately not a mother.

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