Monday, August 15, 2011

From Piglets to Pigs to Piglets Again

Not long after we bought the calves we bought pigs. Once again we didn't have any experience. But armed with only a couple library books, the internet (and it's varying degrees of accurate, useful information) and our worn out check book we purchased three piglets (we also temporarily housed two other piglets).
On the ride home. That is Bertha on the far right.

Piglets have the cutest little faces and pretty eyes. They are simply adorable.  Until you have to pick one up. The bone chilling sound that comes out of that cute little animal will leave your ears ringing for days.
All the little piggies a couple weeks after we brought them home.

There was varying information about whether or not to keep pigs and cows housed together. I couldn't find enough good reasons not to so we kept ours together and it worked out really well for us. Plus, it was adorable to see them together.
About six weeks after the pigs arrived everybody was friends.

L to R - Cremy, Bertha, Ginger, Bernice in October of 2010
We decided to keep one of the females to breed for a new set of piglets. Her exceptionally uncreative name Brownie was then changed to Bertha.

I was not present at the time of insemination but I hear it was a very easy process. However, Bertha didn't seem to get pregnant. Jeremy was certain she came into heat again and she didn't seem to get "pregnant big", as opposed to just "pig big" (by the way our pigs are considerably smaller then most because they are mainly grass and left over veggie fed). She certainly seemed bigger and a bit lazier but our pea size pig-farmer brains didn't think she was pregnant.

Just a couple days before the piglets were born.
July 25th her due date (the gestation period for pigs is 3 months, 3 weeks, and 3 days - oddly specific right?) came and went...still no piglets. On July 29th at approximately 12:30pm I send Jeremy the following text message: "I spy Bertha...no piglets." Then around 5:30pm I call completely frantic practically screaming: "There are like 300 piglets outside!! What do I do!?!? When are you going to be home? WHAT DO I DO?" (if you are familiar with Oh Brother Where Art Thou, and you should be, that reenactment was inspired by the frog scene)
We've got piglets. 


So we are not real sure when the piglets were born. All we knew was we now had 10 little piglets in need of shelter and attention. And an exhausted momma pig, ahem sow, in need of tons of extra attention to make up for our carelessness. After a somewhat busy couple of days of work we had them comfortably situated.
Bertha is an extraordinary momma. She is attentive and protective, which can be a bit scary if she sees you as a threat. And she does occasionally step on a baby. It makes me squeal every time I see it happen. But how can she help it with all that girth? Out of her litter of ten just one little piggy didn't survive. The rest are happy little piglets.
That's a lot mouths to feed.

Like always I'm a bit worried and nervous about the next steps...but for now they sure are fun to watch.

Friday, August 12, 2011

It Seems Like Just Yesterday

The time sure does fly when you're busy trying to figure out how to raise healthy, happy cattle. 
We started on March 25, 2010 when we purchased some Jersey's at an auction. Jeremy had experience with cows as a child and even worked on a diary farm for a little while. I lived next door to a cow pasture for awhile and had even seen a few cows up close at the fair. Experts we were not.
 At the time I was pretty sure they were the cutest baby animals ever. I've revised that statement just about ever time I see a new baby animal. But they sure are cute. 
Although this picture is super cute it is also NOT the best way to bottle feed a calf unless you want to keep running across the room to fetch the bottle. Most calves will keep slamming their snouts into the bottle with an exceptional amount of force. That's what they do to their poor mother to make the milk flow better (at least that is what I've heard). Also don't hold the bottle braced against your stomach. If you do you'll find out first hand what I mean by exceptional force.
The feeding wasn't really bad looking back at it now. I have a somewhat anxious personality so I spent most of the time saying "oh no!", "what do we do?", "this cannot be normal" and "is it supposed to smell that bad?".
Ginger a couple weeks old.

Cremy just a little over a year old.
We choose Jersey cattle as our starter cow for a couple reasons. First, Jersey's are typically milking cows so the males of the breed are not as expensive as the other beef cattle breeds. Second, they are a smaller breed, less intimidating for an easily intimidated gal. Third, they were the most readily available in our area at the time we were ready to purchase.
Jersey's are a pretty relaxed cow.
Over the last year and a half we have done a number of things wrong. We laughed, we cried. We learned a lot. And we are still no where near being experts.

Jeremy and Tasha Farming

Welcome to our little farm blog!

I really cannot say what this blog will truly be about. We are going to have to wait and see what develops. One thing I do know for sure this blog is not for teaching! We don't always do things the right way and we are still learning. More than anything this blog will serve as a personal record for me to look back to see how far we have come and what we have learned.

I debated just writing a personal diary but some family and friends have expressed interest in the goings on around these parts so here we go...

For starters here is what our farm currently houses.
Two cows, Cremy and Ginger
L to R - Cremy, Bertha, Ginger
Bertha and her 9 piglets 
One of Bertha's piglets about two weeks old


26 chickens


I named all the Rhode Island Red hens Betty. They all look alike.

Sammy the rooster and part of his flock.
  Two dogs, Dakota and Sadie
Sadie watching over Bertha's piglets
Dakota
Two cats, Sweets and Chubbs
Chubbs
Sweets
One Giraffe named Beanstalk
Just Kidding - this guy lives at the Cleveland Zoo.
 
One Husband and One Wife
Jeremy is the "farmer", I'm the one that stops him from buying a giraffe.