I was out looking after the animals. I had been checking our 'Rita' Tamworth sow, and told my garsún that I thought she was on the cusp of farrowing. Without hesitation, he reached down and expressed milk. 'You're right' he said, looking up at me. I just had to laugh out loud, i'm a city boy who came to the country after a bad motorcycle crash. Twelve years later, I still suffer from PTSd et al....but my first son was born a week and a half after the crash....now I have a lovely wife, four fine boys....and a few piggies to show for it. It sure beats being dead!
p.s. My oldest is a voracious reader who devoured all the pig keeping books I bought....so he knows what he's talking about!! Lol, i'm so darn proud! Gotta go check on the new arrivals....lots of little heads, but impossible to get a count without disturbing mum.....and in my experience, that ain't wise!