Here are a batch of little piglets born on the farm to Minnie the mother. There were a healthy little lot and wasted no time finding the groceries. Unfortunately, she was a bit nervous at the time or else I would have gotten in the pen and taken better pictures. A lot of the kids had been by to visit the newborns.
I still remember the cold, winter morning the first time piglets were born on our farm many years ago. The event really had a prelude the day before.
It was cold. The wind was blowing and it was snowing. Going out to feed the pigs we noticed that the sow was not in her shelter, but instead was going around the pen gathering the straw lying about. She pulled all of the straw out of her house and eventually had a huge pile right in the middle of the pen that stood about two feet tall. She then promptly climbed on top, wriggle down a bit, and lay down. As we wondered what she was doing the snow began to pile on top of her. We went and got my dad.
“She is fixing to have her babies.” My dad wisely deduced. “She is making a birthing nest.” He turned to look for a bucket. “We need to get her in the barn.”
We quickly ran and got some grain in a bucket and prepared one of the stalls. Being a very friendly and docile sow she was easily led into the barn where we added water, food, and brand new bedding. She wasted no time in settling into her new, temporary home. Well, all that evening we checked on her, but it was only her snout that would poke up at us and grunt a ‘hello’. Eventually, it was bed time and so we all hit our own hay.
The next morning was bright, clear, and crisply cold. We were all ready for school and just finishing our breakfast when my oldest sister went outside to check on the ‘momma’.
“Babies!!” She came bursting back inside.
We all jumped up and started grabbing coats, the breakfast forgotten, and dashed out the door.
There in the stall were nine little babies noisily nursing away with a tired and proud momma contentedly grunting to us her news of being a mother again. We got in the pen with her and quickly chose a small little baby to hold and tucked them in our sweaters and coats as we stared into their little faces.
Yup, that was a great childhood memory!
From that day to this, I often tell people something that makes them stop and grin with a quizzical expression on their face.
“There is nothing cuter than a baby pig!”