Circle M Farm

Yesterday morning I headed out to the pig pen to check on my little Hero, and found a great big boar piglet dead in the middle of the grass. Not squished and no injuries that I could see. Just dead.

I can’t imagine what happened except that every time I watch the piglets scurrying in between Piggy Lou’s legs I hold my breath. The only danger besides their mom that I can think of is the cold night temperature. Piglets want to be at 90 degrees, and our nights are often in the 50s. I sort of dread going out to the pen this morning. Last night we had hours of thunderstorms and it’s very cool now.

Hero, meanwhile, is trotting around better than ever, in spite of the fact that the stitches ripped entirely off one side of his leg wound. I’m debating bringing him back in for more surgery. Porky is doing great, too, but it turns out she’s a girl with a very sweet and gentle personality. You can almost cuddle her! So I’ve renamed her Sonyita, after a friend’s daughter who visited Piggy Lou in her pregnancy and turned 30 just when the pigs were born. I’m about ready to name the rest, having figured out who’s what, so if you want weigh in on names, check here for pictures in the next few days.