Dee-Dee the sow wasn't much different than the pot-belly pig I had as a kid.
This is the farrowing crate I built because books told me that was what was needed to deliver piglets safely.
Dee-Dee didn't like the farrowing crate, and I hated the idea. It didn't seem right. I demolished it and used it for firewood.
Once out of the farrowing crate, a good scratch on a post felt good. Dee-Dee spent some time rubbing her belly on it.
Yep, that's me, wearing pearls in the barn, plugging babies into the milk machine.
Two babies.
Ronnie assising after we put out the fire in the turkey coop.
The hole left in the floor from the fire in the turkey coop.
Little piggies wearing sock sweaters to keep warm. I left Dee-Dee some biscuits made from scratch for when she woke up to get her appetite going again.
