Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Making Piggies

It was a hot day today, so when I went out to water the pigs, I spent some time spraying water for them to wallow in, like I always do. 


After about one minute of cooling off, they felt comfortable enough that they decided to start breeding, right there next to me.  No need for me to guess the breeding date---I got to witness the whole thing.  (And can I just say, that corkscrew shape is VERY strange looking, and the spinning drill-type action downright bizarre!)

Anyway, now that I know the breeding date, I can count forward and announce that we should be expecting our first baby pigs sometime around August 27, give or take.  Which means that they'll be ready to go to their new homes by late October.

Guinea hogs are a fantastic heritage breed and are super easy to care for.  I already have a small waiting list for piglets, so if you're interested in buying one (or more) let me know! 

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Our Little May Queen

Ah, the first of May, ancient festival of Beltane, when all the pretty girls wear flowers in their hair and dance around the Maypole, and the prettiest of all is crowned the May Queen.  Who else should fit the description on our farm, but our own lovely young Wish!


Ahem.  SOMEONE doesn't seem to be taking this modeling session very seriously!  :-)

Happy Beltane, everyone!

Curiosity Dehorned the Lamb

Poor little Xoco.  She has learned the hard way the perils of poking your nose (or in this case, your whole head) in where it doesn't belong.

I don't know exactly where she poked it, but this is what she looked like when I discovered her.  Notice how one horn points one way and the other horn points another?  She stuck her head in somewhere, got it caught, and in struggling to free herself has uprooted her horn halfway out of her head.  Yeeowch!


With Ken's help, I caught her, pushed the horn back into place as best I could---it actually POPPED back into her skull!!!---and sprayed some insect repellent for wounds on it, to prevent fly strike.  The last thing she needs is maggots in her skull!

She will most likely be fine, although the horn may never grow in quite the right direction again.  She was one I was planning to keep anyway, so at least I don't have to wonder if the cosmetic issue will affect her sales value.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Another Pig Escape

Can I just say again how much I love these Guinea Hogs?  They are just so funny and charming!


The youngest and most skittish of the pigs escaped through a gap between the gate and the gatepost tonight.  I had done the chores already, hours before, but I just got that feeling that I should go out and check on everything one more time before dark.

When I got out to the pasture where the ewes and lambs are, Circe the pig came running up to me, squealing at the top of her voice.  This was NOT where she belonged, and she had plenty to say about it!

She wouldn't let me touch her at first.  She was all wound up from finding herself suddenly in a pasture full of about 70 sheep, plus I think she imagined that she might be in trouble for being in the wrong place.  As I kept talking to her, asking her all about her big adventure, she sat down next to me and let me stroke her head while she kept vocalizing her excitement and anxiety, nonstop.  Squealing, grunting, a whole long articulate story in pig language!  I was laughing the whole time, and asking her, "Really?  Is that what happened?  That must have been very upsetting."

When she was done telling me about it, I walked her back to where she was supposed to be, opened the gate for her to let her in, and gave her a second dinner for being such a good girl and coming to me when she was confused and worried, instead of running away.

Any animal that is this comical and easy to deal with, and makes me giggle instead of swear when it escapes is fine by me.  I just LOVE these pigs!

More Lambs

Lambing season is winding down now.  I'm back to sleeping in my own bed instead of out in the barn.  I only have three new lambs to report this week, and only 2-4 ewes who have yet to lamb (the variation is because a couple of them I'm not sure whether or not they're pregnant). 

Anyway, some of you have been telling me that you're getting impatient for new lamb photos, so, here they are!  :-)

First are Sabrina's very, very cute black spotted twins.  The girl (on the left) is named Xing.  This name was submitted to our Name That Lamb contest by Stephen Pappas (no web link given),  Laurel McGilvery (no web link given), and  Beth at www.cotondogs.net

The boy (on the right) is named Xerox, because he's almost a perfect copy of his sister.  This name was submitted to our Name That Lamb contest by Laurel McGilvery (no web link given), and Carol at loafkeeper.com.


And next is Wren's teeny tiny moorit gray ram lamb.  He's nearly identical to Whippoorwill's teeny tiny moorit gray ram lamb, that I posted photos of earlier.  His name is Xap.  This name was submitted to our Name That Lamb contest by Stephen Pappas (no web link given) and Elizabeth Brockman (no web link given).

Storm Senter

Meet Storm Senter!   He's a 2-year old Oldenburg-cross gelding.  His sire is my (former) Oldenburg stallion, Senter Stage, and his dam is my beloved Spotted Draft mare, Charybdis, who now lives with my sister Donna.

Storm is being lightly started under saddle this spring, and is for sale.  Contact Donna Chase for more information.


He's going to be a BIG boy.  Tall with a lot of bone.

Like all of Senter's foals, Storm is kind and sweet natured.  Just a big teddy bear.


Here he is with his 3/4 brother, Senter Fielder ("Willy").  Willy will be standing at stud at Siberia Farm.

The Great Sheep-Milking Experiment

Last year, when Tansy lost her lamb at birth, I decided to try milking her a little bit, to get milk for making sheep's milk soap.  Twice a day, I'd tie her to a post with a dish of grain under her nose, and try to milk her while she leaped and kicked and struggled.  While I did end up getting enough milk for a small amount of soap, the experience was not a pleasant one for either Tansy or myself.

This year, for some unknown reason, Tundra lost both of her lambs at birth.  I have no idea what happened.  When I found them, they looked fully formed and uninjured, but dead, as if they had never gotten up after being born.

Anyway, since Tundra would have no lambs to nurse, I decided that I'd milk her, but this year I'd use the shearing stand to restrain her.  The shearing stand turned out to be a great idea.  Unlike Tansy last year, Tundra stood still for the milking.  However, it had been about a day since her lambs had been born, so she was already starting to dry up.  Everyone says that the more you milk, the more the ewe will produce, so I kept at it for a week, but Tundra's production was still very low.  Unfortunately, me with the Udderly EZ Milker twice a day is just not the same as a pair of hungry lambs, as far as stimulating milk production.

But my sheep's milk soap has been selling quite well, and I want to make a much larger supply of it this year.  So I needed sheep's milk.  Lots more than Tundra was producing.

So, the Great Sheep-Milking Experiment was born.

What if, instead of milking one sheep twice a day for the whole summer, I instead milked ALL the sheep once or twice and was done with it?  After all, the other ewes were actively feeding their babies, so I knew they were producing much more milk than Tundra was.

So, I rounded up all the ewes whose lambs were at least a couple of weeks old, and separated them from their lambs overnight.  What a racket they made, bawling for each other!  They could see each other and touch noses through the fence, though, so they could each see that the other wasn't lost.

In the morning, armed with the Udderly EZ Milker, I set out to milk 18 ewes who had never been milked before.  Little did I know it was going to take most of the day! 


I had to round up the ewes into a catch pen, then physically drag each one to the shearing stand, fasten her in, then crank the stand up to a comfortable height.  Wash the udder, and attempt the milking.  Some of the ewes kicked, but I was able to use the milker with one hand while encircling the kicking foot with my other hand, to guide it away from kicking the milker.  Once the kicking ewes discovered their struggles weren't working, they eventually settled down and stood still.

Over all, I was surprised on how well behaved most of the sheep were, but it was still hard work manhandling them on and off the stand and taking them out afterward to the paddock where their hungry babies waited.

Between each milking, I took that ewe's milk inside, filtered and labeled it, and put it in a Ziploc bag in the freezer.  When I make my soap, I like to be able to tell my customers exactly which sheep provided the milk for that soap.  So now my freezer has lots and lots of labeled bags!

I've been told that experienced milkers who milk their Icelandics regularly can get 1 quart per milking.  My average was probably closer to half that, but for a first attempt I feel like the sheep and I accomplished quite a lot.  Because I kept a list of how much each ewe produced, I also have a better idea of which ones are the most worth milking again next time.

Mostly, I already knew which of my ewes were the milkiest (Paris, as expected, was the best.  She gave me 3.5 cups).  But there were a few surprises, a couple of adult ewes I had not realized were as milky as they were, and one yearling first-time mother who gave as much as the adults. 

So in addition to getting enough milk to make more than 600 bars of soap, I also got valuable information about the productivity levels of my ewes.

I'll probably do it again one more time, to meet my goal of how much soap I want to make this year.  I won't do so many ewes at a time again, though.  It took me so long to milk them all, I felt it was too uncomfortable for both the ewes and the babies to have to wait so long.

I ache from all the exertion yesterday, but when I think that with just one day of hard work I got more than half of my milk-supply goal for the year, I think the sheep milking experiment was a big success!

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Last Week's Lambs

It's been more than a week since I last posted pictures of new lambs, so there are quite a few new ones to show.

Let's see, where were we?  Last time, I posted about Regina's new lambs.  So that means the next in line would be Tara, who had a pair of black mouflon twins by William.  The girl is named Xolaris.  This name was submitted to our Name That Lamb contest by Laurel McGilvery (no web link given).


The boy is named Xolar.  This name was submitted to our Name That Lamb contest by Laurel McGilvery (no web link given).
 
Then Whisper had a moorit spotted ram lamb by Wotan.  I was WAITING for a lamb to be born that was marked like this, so I could use Steve Pappas's very cute name submission:  Xox.


Then Undra had a black gray girl and a moorit gray boy by Scimitar.  The girl's name is Xolani.  This name was submitted to our Name That Lamb contest by Beth at www.cotondogs.net, Jeanne (no web link given), and Laurel McGilvery (no web link given).



The boy's name is Xolano.  This name was submitted to our Name That Lamb contest by Laurel McGilvery (no web link given).


Then Sadie had a black mouflon girl and a moorit mouflon boy by Scimitar.  The girl's name is Xavia.  This name was submitted to our Name That Lamb contest by Tika at theyellowjournalist.blogspot.com and Laurel McGilvery (no web link given).

The boy's name is Xavier.  This very popular name was submitted to our Name That Lamb contest by Elizabeth Brockman (no web link given), Tika at theyellowjournalist.blogspot.com, Carol at loafkeeper.com, Channa at http://www.ohsewnice.co.uk, Robin at www.mommymommyland.com, Laurel McGilvery (no web link given), Rowena at http://cherrypik.blogspot.com/, Beth at www.cotondogs.net, Jeanne (no web link given), and Pat at http://www.patelliottpaintings.co.uk/.

Next, Teasle had a moorit badger girl by Ukraine.  This lamb's name is Xummer.  This name was submitted to our Name That Lamb contest by Laurel McGilvery (no web link given).

Next, Tawny had triplet girls, but only the two white ones survived.  The older one is named Xynthia.  This name was submitted to our Name That Lamb contest by Donna Chase of http://siberia-farm.com.

The younger one is named Xarlene.  This name was submitted to our Name That Lamb contest by Debra Chase (no web link).

And finally, Whippoorwill had a teeny-tiny moorit gray ram lamb, who weighed less than 3 lbs. at birth.  But he has a lot of determination, and is doing well despite his minuscule size.  His name is Xabriel.  This name was submitted to our Name That Lamb contest by Laurel McGilvery (no web link given).

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Runaway Pigs

We had our first pig escape today. 

I was walking through the lamb pasture, checking on all the moms and babies.  The two sows were in the next paddock over, where they have been doing a fine job of rooting up all the old hay that had accumulated there over the winter.


But when the piggies saw me out in the pasture, they got very excited and thought perhaps I was coming to feed them.  Some excited squealing, a little pushing and shoving, and suddenly---ZIP!---the bigger sow scooted right under the one weak place in the fence.

Suddenly loose in the nice green lamb pasture, she forgot all about me and pranced off excitedly to explore!

With a bowl of food (and Ken to man the gates for me), I managed to sweet-talk her ("Here Pigpigpig!  C'mere piggypiggypigpig!") out of the lamb pasture and into the back yard.  At that point, we figured it would be easier to get her into the pasture where the boar is than try to put her back into her own paddock where she'd likely just escape again instantly.

It's a couple of weeks earlier than we'd intended to put her in with the boar, but she's gotten pretty big now, so she'll be fine even if she isn't the full 10 months old  yet.  I don't think she's due to go back into heat for a while yet, so even though she's in with the boar a bit early, she may not actually get bred any sooner than she would have if we'd waited.

Of course, while we were dealing with Cerridwen, Circe got all worked up and eventually scooted under the weak place in the fence too.  So we had to go and lure her back into a different paddock until we can fix the place where they got through.

Now both the sows are quite put out that their routines have been changed.  Circe's all by herself, and Cerridwen is in a much larger pasture with lots of green stuff to eat, but it's all new and different and her roommate is a BOY!  For all of the foolish way she was pining along the fence line towards him when she was in heat, she sure wants nothing to do with him now, and isn't afraid to tell him so!

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Box Turtle

As a break from all the lamb photos, here's a brief visit with one of our farm's other residents.  We have lots of box turtles here, and I do my best to protect them from harm.  They are so beautiful and interesting to watch!