Junior cuddling his foster mom
I was digging through some photos today and came across Junior. Junior
was orphaned in the winter of 2006. Actually my wife was outside and heard a piglet squealing as if in distress.
went to investigate and discovered this little guy had somehow climbed
out of the farrowing hut. He couldn't get back in to join all his
brothers and sisters not to mention mama who had his food!
Of course the sow was distraught because he was screaming so the Mrs. was afraid to get in the pen and help the poor chap.
the midst of all the commotion, the sow came tearing out and stepped
on Junior's head as he was attempting to climb back in the hut. The
only thing that saved him was the ground was soft enough to cushion the
weight of the sow.
Now we had two mom's worked up into a
frenzy. The Mrs. weighs a buck ten soaking wet but you get her wound up
like that and she is fearless. She sprang into action and attacked the
mama sow and grabbed the pig, jumped out of the pen, and dashed for
I wasn't here but it had to look like a UFC heavy weight verses light weight match.
So I guess that means Junior was kidnapped technically. Or would it be pignapped?
the rescuer, or pignapper however you see it, takes Junior inside to
examine his wound. The situation looked grave. He had a huge lump on
the top of his head and was having trouble with his motor functions.
New mama finds a baby bottle and tries to feed him. She finally lays him in a box wrapped in a warm towel.
I arrive home of course mom and both boys are trying to tell the story
all at once. I look at the piglet and after careful study announce that
he "wouldn't make it through the night."
We went to bed that night with the somber feeling of having to deal with a dead Junior in the morning.
I was up first the next morning and to my surprise not only was Junior alive he was attempting to climb out of the box!
moment he realized I was there he started squealing. I grabbed a baby
bottle as the rest of the family piled out of bed to see Junior.
Taking a nap
a while with everyone of us trying to get him to take the bottle, mom
got him settled in with at least a half full tummy. I was off to work
and mom was in charge.
Over the next few days Junior became
pretty lively and mom was making comments about how cute he was and how
could we ever let him outside at that young of an age. This was coming
from someone who lets no animals in her house PERIOD.
seemed to figure out mom had a soft spot for him because he was doing
his best to be her favorite child. He began following her around the
house and begging her to sit down on the floor so he could climb into
He would lay on a stuffed animal and sleep by the wood stove til it was time to eat.
I reminded the Mrs. he could not stay in the house and she knew it was true so she began bracing herself for the inevitable.
Favorite stuffed animal
for her Junior was becoming a spoiled brat. He was demanding full time
attention and rooting his feed pan from one corner of the back porch
to the other. Of course this meant feed was getting everywhere and I
admit I didn't do much to remedy the situation.
My wife has booted humans from her house for failing to take their shoes off so I knew Junior was on thin ice!
Finally he was eating feed like mad and definitely well enough to head back out to the barn
. I slipped him out when the Mrs. was gone for a few hours and even though she was sad she new it was for the best.
never forgot his foster mother. Anytime she would get near the pasture
he would come a running. He knew her voice the moment he heard it.
Junior had a destiny though and it wasn't to be in the pasture indefinitely.
one fine day in June of that year Junior was the guest of honor at a
hog roast. And so it is... the life of a pig and a farmer's wife.
Until next time...
Posted by David
@ 11:12 AM EST